The Good Confession (I Believe)

I was a boy
Just nine years old
I heard the call and came
They buried me
Beneath the water
Then I rose again
Well, you know my dad was a preacher man
I walked the aisle and I took his hand
He said, «Son, just do the best you can
And say the words
'I believe he is the Christ, the Son of the living God.'"
Through the years
I barely fell;
I mostly dove right in
I drank so deep
From the shallow well
Only to thirst again
Well, I sang the hymns at the summer camp
Then I rocked and rolled with a lousy band
Till I heard a song that took my hand
And led me home
And I believe
He is the Christ
Son of the living God
All I know is that I was blind
But now I see
That though I kick and scream
Love is leading me
And every step of the way
His grace is making me;
With every breath I breathe
He is saving me
And I believe
So when my body’s weak and the day is long
When I feel my faith is all but gone
I’ll remember when I sing this song
That I believe
My Lord, My Savior
My Lord, My Savior
Oh, Hosanna, I believe