I admit my faith is small and I'm easily distracted,
My imitation of myself is poorly overacted, and the mirror shows the lines upon my face,
I get to wondering if I'm one more hopeless case,
It's just so hard to wrap my heart and mind around this thing called grace,
You've got to...
Turn off your television, shut off the radio,
Listen to your own heart beating, listen to the wind blow,
And feel the sun on your face, feel the tears in your eyes,
And dare to believe that Jesus loves you,
Dare to believe he really loves you.
At times, I think my prayers are some kind of delusion, and even if God's listening, my words are an intrusion,
My failures make up such a lengthy list, and I think of all the chances I have missed,
This penchant for self-loathing is a hard one to resist,
You've got to...
Turn off your television, shut off the radio now,
Listen to your own heart beating, listen to the wind blowing,
Feel the sun on your face, feel the tears in your eyes,
And dare to believe that Jesus loves you,
Dare to believe he really loves you.
Now, it's as easy and as hard as this: to accept that love is living and real,
You've got to step out off the ledge into the great unknown if you want to feel God's hand beneath your heel.
Turn off your television, shut off the radio,
Listen to your own heart beating, listen to the wind blow,
Feel the sun on your face, feel the tears in your eyes,
And dare to believe that Jesus loves you, hey,
Turn off your television, shut off the radio,
Listen to your own heart beating, listen to the wind blow,
And feel the sun on your face, feel the tears in your eyes,
And dare to believe that Jesus loves you,
Dare to believe he really loves you,
Would you dare to believe? - yeah,
Dare to believe.
