Am I more than flesh and bone?
Am I really just some wandering soul?
That God doesn’t see and God doesn’t know.
Am I one that grace can never reach?
Am I the one that love can never find?
Am I really something beautiful?
I want to believe.
Jesus, help me believe.
So many times, I’m the wife who sits up at night…
Wondering if I’m beautiful.
I believe I’ve chosen the broken road.
Feeling all alone, asking God are you listening?
Am I more than flesh and blood?
Is there more to my life? … more than this body?
I want to believe.
Jesus, help me believe.
Am I really created for a purpose?
I know I’ve heard the truth of your word.
Am I really sacred, chosen, and treasured by you?
Am I fearfully and wonderfully made?
God, do really see me as blameless?
Can you hear me, Lord?
I want to believe.
Jesus, help me believe.
Am I more than just this girl?
Am I really your daughter, your child?
Am I something beautiful?
Am I someone worth loving?
Am I someone worth receiving?
Am I someone worth dying for?
Am I really yours?
Yes, I want to believe.
Jesus, help me believe.
Jesus, I need your help to believe…
I’m really something beautiful.
I’m not just another soul.
I’m the daughter you love.
I’m more than what I can see.
I’m someone worth dying for.
That the cross proves it.
Help me to see, I was on your mind.
I want to believe.
Jesus, help me believe.
