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 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 grownup skin I'm in   To touch an angel's wing and I would be free, free, 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 one of their wings and I would be free   And I would be free and 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