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 too / If I believed

Before rationale, 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 grownup 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 too wise to recognise 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 grownup skin I'm in / To touch an angel's wing / And I would be free / Help me believe

When someone else's education / Plays upon my reservations / I'm the first to cave, I'm the first to bleed / If I abandon all that seeks / To make my faith informed and chic / Could You, would You show Yourself 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 grownup skin I'm in / To touch an angel's wing / And I would be free / Help me believe

Help Me Believe by Nichole Nordeman