i don’t want to close my eyes
to make You more real to me
cause if i believe then i believe
You’re strong enough to make me see

i don’t want to sit in silence
cause i want to know You so much
i’ll believe the whispers of my mind
use the calm as a crutch

but You held Peter above the waves
when the storm would have him drown
so i believe that You can save me
from his shaky ground

the landmines of logic are waiting
for my fragile faith to fall
i know that only a fool
thinks he knows it all

but the mountains aren’t moving
and grandma still died
sometimes it’s too dark to see
You’re still my guide