"Prove yourself to me, " you say

A skeptic waiting for a faulty word

A sole mistake, a lapse of timing

I release your arms to show you trust

To make the miracle, to will the rain

To part the seas, to press the wine from water



But without faith, I am nothing

To demand is to deny

For an instant you will see me

As I flicker from your eye



And while you hold your eyelids shut

The buttermilk will boil to blood

And onyx black, the net of sky falls to reveal the light beyond

And still you swear upon your heart

That you can taste the wind and hear the ground

Beneath you, yet you still refuse to see



With your doubt, all is comfort

We are all as we appear

No more questions left unanswered

No more wonder, no more fear

Nothing is beauty, nothing's feeling

Blood where there once was a soul

So I ask you, prove yourself

Make me believe that you are whole