Innocence....

The early days of pixie power...

I've been thinking a lot lately. Maturing is a painful process. I for one, miss my childhood sometimes... Don't get me wrong, I love my life, but there are times when I'd like to go back to those innocent days.

Help me believe

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

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