“Help” Me Believe?

This song by Nichole Nordeman (Help Me Believe) has been constantly replaying in my head and impressing upon my heart this evening. The lyrics echo one of my most recurrent prayers. The only word I would change in the lyrics, however, is the word “help”. I want to replace it with “cause”. I am not saying that the use of help is wrong, I am aware that “help my unbelief” is a biblical prayer (Mark 9:24). It’s just that, today, I am simply persuaded that most of the time when I (Cornell) ask God to “help me”, I usually have the unconscious notion that I am only asking God to supplement my strength rather than asking Him to supply all of my strength. I usually ask for God’s help as if I am asking for that final shove, when I have realized that my strength is insufficient. So, my prayer today is “cause me” to believe Lord.

“And I will put my Spirit within you, and CAUSE you to walk in my statutes and be careful to obey my rules.” Ezekiel 36:27

Here’s the YouTube link to the song, and the lyrics are below.

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 recognise 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 one of their wings
And I would be free
I would be free
I would be free
Help me believe
Help me believe
Could You, would You show Yourself to me
Could You, would You shoy Yourself to me
Help me believe

CAUSE us to walk in Your statutes Lord,

CAUSE us to be careful to obey Your rules,

For the fame of Your name,

Cornell