Help Me Believe by Nichole Nordeman lyrics
Take me back to the time when I was maybe eight or nine and I believed.
When Jesus walked on waters blue and if he helped me I could to if I believed.
Before rational analysis and systematic thinking robbed me of a sweet simplicity. When wonders and when mysteries were far less often silly dreams and childhood fantasies.
Help me believe 'cause I don't want to miss any miracles.
Maybe I'd see much better by closing my eyes.
And I would shed this grown up skin I'm in to touch an angel's wing.
And I would be free.
Help me believe.
When mustard seeds made mountains move a burning bush that spoke for you was good enough.
When manna fell from heavens high just because you told the sky to open up.
Am I to wise to recognize that everything uncertain is certainly a possibility?
When logic fails my reasoning and science crushes underneath the weight of all that is unseen.
Help me believe 'cause I don't want to miss any miracles.
Maybe I'd see much better by closing my eyes.
And I would shed this grown up skin I'm in to touch an angel's wing.
And I would be free.
Help me believe.
When someone elses education plays upon my reservations I'm the first to cave.
I'm the first to bleed.
If I abandoned all that seeks to make my faith informed and chic could you, would you, show your self to me?
Help me believe 'cause I don't want to miss any miracles.
Maybe I'd see much better by closing my eyes.
And I would shed this grown up skin I'm in to touch one of their wings.
And I would be free.
I would be free.
Yeah, I would be free.
Help me believe.
Help me believe.
Could you, would you show yourself to me?
Could you, would you show yourself to me?
Help me believe.