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 mysterys Were far less often silly dreams And Childhood fantasys
CHORUS: 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 Angels wing And I would be free Help me believe
When mustard seeds made mountians 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 everythin uncertain Is certainly a possibility When logic fails my reasoning And science crushes underneath The weight of all that is unseen
CHORUS
When someone elses education Plays upon my reservation I'm the first to cave I'm the first to bleed If I abondoned all that seeks To make my faith informed and chic Could you? Would you? Show your self to me?
