Perfect, imitate, there is nature in our fate
Holding to a branch, seed of David, a perfect match
And oh you were brave with the fruit that He gave
And by my own breath, there is focus, there is bread
Help my unbelief
Help my unbelief
Collision with the vine, I was weary the whole time
Alive but unimpressed with the flutter in my own chest
And oh you were brave with the fruit that He gave
But I with my breath, couldn't focus on His death.
Help my unbelief, Elohim
Help my unbelief, Adonai
Help my unbelief, Elohim
Help my unbelief, Adonai
Ah
I approach with dry mouth and cupped hands
You say the fountain is for those who are thirsty
And all at once I realize
Just how much I've missed