Doctors trying, mama's crying
To her mama on the phone
9 days young, that's my son
Please don't take him home
They say when you believe that your saving grace is free
But if you aint in this room right now, where else would you be?
I can't find you on a barstool
I can't find you in the front pew
I can't find you when I'm on my knees, begging you please
I can't do it on my own
I've been sending prayers up stairs
But i'm feeling like you don't care
Heaven knows there's so much space between us
Hell I could use some help
Finding Jesus
Is my done you wrong' list too long, coz I aint getting through
If you can heal the blind, make water wine, can't you help me too?
I mean, how do I know its true?
I really wanna believe in you, believe me
But damn you aint making it easy