"Prove yourself to me, " you say A skeptic waiting for a faulty word A sole mistake, a lapse of timing I release your arms to show you trust To make the miracle, to will the rain To part the seas, to press the wine from water But without faith, I am nothing To demand is to deny For an instant you will see me As I flicker from your eye And while you hold your eyelids shut The buttermilk will boil to blood And onyx black, the net of sky falls to reveal the light beyond And still you swear upon your heart That you can taste the wind and hear the ground Beneath you, yet you still refuse to see With your doubt, all is comfort We are all as we appear No more questions left unanswered No more wonder, no more fear Nothing is beauty, nothing's feeling Blood where there once was a soul So I ask you, prove yourself Make me believe that you are whole