Huddled all night in the tub beneath the basement stairs
Joe from Joplin speaks above the hum of anxious prayers
His spirit rises as he details what fell from the clouds
Tell CNN circumstance is not where his faith is found
Oh, Father I believe
Oh, Help my unbelief
The dragon hits the chain link fence with fire on its breath
Scares my baby brother's little princess ghostly white
Her sirens sound as she turns around runs to her father's reach
Panic like a river flows to an ocean of peace
Oh, Father I believe
Oh, Help my unbelief
So long I've locked the lion up in my canary cage
Scared of any thought that would not navigate my maze
but Cancer feeds and war it bleeds
And sometimes I can barely breathe from the toxicity of my doubt
But I'll be damned if I'm a prisoner to my circumstance
a spineless, faithless clown
For you will not let me down
Oh, Father I believe
Oh, Help my unbelief