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

(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 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 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 else's 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 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 grown-up skin I'm in
To touch one of their wings
And I would be free
I would be free
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...