"Trying to Believe" lyrics
"Trying to Believe"
Whole worlds' gone crazy
I believe it
You can see it
On the news
Everybody's preachin' about somethin'
But it don't mean nothin' if it ain't true
It's easy to get lost where the black turns in to grey
And I ain't smart enough to walk alone and find my way
I'm stubborn as the day is long
I struggle with God but hey, don't we all
I walk the line then straddle the fence
Blame it on the devil when it don't make sense
I'll take my chances on what I can't see
Don't wanna die never trying to believe
I've got a son and he's got questions
About heaven and all that stuff
What kind of Dad ain't got no answers
When I can't answers
When I can't answer I make it up
If I'm wrong somewhere along the way I hope he sees
God must have a big ol' heart to love a man like me
I'm stubborn as the day is long
I struggle with God but hey, don't we all
I walk the line then straddle the fence
Blame it on the devil when it don't make sense
But I take my chances on what I can't see
Don't wanna die never trying to believe
I'm stubborn as the day is long
I struggle with God but hey, don't we all
I walk the line then straddle the fence
Blame it on the devil when it don't make sense
But I take my chances on what I can't see
I'd rather trust in God than trust in me
I'll take my chances on what I can't see
Don't wanna die never trying to believe
Writer(s): Bradley Peter Rempel, Travis Meadows
- AZLyrics
- H
- High Valley Lyrics
album:
"Love Is A Long Road" (2012)
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