Help Me Believe - Nichole Nordeman

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

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Thinking back to the time when everything was sweet simplicity, which is not that long ago.. and I miss it, I do, but no, I dont wanna go back there...struggling now with things of faith, especially since in the course of my travel I've met faith of all shapes and sizes..
But it is precisely that struggle that tells me my faith is still alive..