This I know - we fear our doubt, Lock it in or shut it out Something ugly we "must hide" But even Jesus wept and cried Every now and then I fall, I'm no Mister Know-it-all Though I walk the narrow way, I stumble, stop and go astray
I couldn't hear You in the storm, Now I'm listening to the breeze I need a solid rock to stand on, So give me a hint, a sign, give me an evidence - now!
More than a feeling, can't let go And He hears me when I call Someone shed his blood for me Still I wonder: Who is He?