It's another good-to-see-you Sunday morning.
Oh, I hardly hear the words roll off my tongue.
Looking in myself for signs of something that seems gone.
Oh, I stumble through a verse that says God love me.
As the voices echo, my thoughts drift away.
And I close my eyes, ashamed I'm feeling nothing.
And I pray, I pray:
Heal me. Heal these eyes. Heal this heart. Heal my mind.
Breathe the breath of Life.
Heal me. Wake this soul from its sleep.
Give me back the joy of when I first believed.
Heal me.
Oh, I lose myself in one more day's indifference,
When my eyes are everywhere but fixed on Cause.
I don't know how to overcome this distance,
But I know something inside me does.
Heal me. Heal these eyes. Heal this heart. Heal my mind.
Breathe the breath of Life.
Heal me. Wake this soul from its sleep.
Give me back the joy of when I first believed.
Heal me. Oh, heal me.
I don't want to waste another minute taking all this love for granted.
I align with the Holy Spirit rushin' through me.
And now I see, open eyes, open heart, open mind.
I breathe the breath of Life.
Now I see, and my soul soars free
In the everlasting joy when I believe.
I'm healed. Oh, I'm healed.