"Prove yourself to me, " you say   A skeptic waiting for a faulty word   A sole mistake, a lapse of timing   I release your arms to show you trust   To make the miracle, to will the rain   To part the seas, to press the wine from water      But without faith, I am nothing   To demand is to deny   For an instant you will see me   As I flicker from your eye      And while you hold your eyelids shut   The buttermilk will boil to blood   And onyx black, the net of sky falls to reveal the light beyond   And still you swear upon your heart   That you can taste the wind and hear the ground   Beneath you, yet you still refuse to see      With your doubt, all is comfort   We are all as we appear   No more questions left unanswered   No more wonder, no more fear   Nothing is beauty, nothing's feeling   Blood where there once was a soul   So I ask you, prove yourself   Make me believe that you are whole