Supernatural by Chris Mullen I've got a couple questions, please don't take this as a challenge But there are some things that I don't understand If I confess my sins before you, and tell the world that You're the truth Why does it seem that You still hide Your hand? 'Cause I believe in You I tell my children they should put their trust in everything you do But some days I don't know where you are Help me believe – show me supernatural things I've seen my share of blessings, I've had more than I deserve I can't take credit for the good I've seen something else must be at work But when I read those stories in that book that tell me about You I don't see the ocean part for me; I don't see those mountains move But I believe in You I tell myself that I should have more faith, it will all be clearer soon But these days I don't know where you are Help me believe – show me supernatural things Show me supernatural things Misdeed or misconception, somehow, I missed the mark Now I'm standing here with all these doubts and all these broken parts I don't want to put You on the spot like You owe me some kind of sign Honestly, I don't know what I need, I just know I don't feel right And some days I don't know where to start Help me believe – show me supernatural things

The Lost by Chris Mullen I walked across the world and I gathered up my treasure I spent my sweat, my blood, and tears on the pain and on the pleasure I traveled near a million miles to find the one I sought Still I can't explain the reason I feel lost I remember when the words came fast; I spoke with such conviction I had the answers for the questions asked, authority, and wisdom I sang, I yelled, I screamed my songs like each word was a battle fought Now I can't explain the reason I feel lost God bless the questions humbly asked God bless the man who feels uncertain God bless the time that's spent in searching God bless, God bless the lost I can't remember what put out that flame or what caused the shift in me But I sat among the questioners and found myself questioning I distrust the man that says he knows, and I challenge my every thought Still I can't explain the reason I feel lost God bless the questions humbly asked God bless the man who dares to ask them God bless the time that's spent in searching God bless, God bless the lost Then my mind returns to former times; to all that I've collected Such a wealth of history is sure to yield the answers for my questions So, I reach inside my treasure chest to draw from what I've got I just hope I don't find that everything's been lost God bless the questions humbly asked God bless the lost

Pages by Chris Mullen I sit on a stool with a pen in my hand. The words hit the page as I give the command Is it fate or compulsion that write the next line Is it vain to desire to know the design? but I'm reaching inside to pull my thoughts from a place that I can't define, though it gives me a taste It bridges a gap that I'm desperate to cross For a moment I'm with you, I'm no longer lost and these words could fill a page, and the pages fill a book At the end when I'm flipping through, I won't feel so confused by all the lines it took I've given some thought to the point of all this How I wrestle these words just to make them all fit Or I hold them inside 'till they make me feel sick Then I flip them and move them and hope that they stick There's a check in my heart to make sure that they're right That they hold their own weight when I bring them to light I'm pushing them down from my head to my heart but I can't see the end no matter how much I start And these words could fill a page, and the pages fill a book At the end when I'm flipping through, I won't feel so confused By all the lines it took It can feel like such a grind, just trying to say it all the time but as long as You hear my heart, even with its missing parts I know that I'll be fine I've written pages and pages, but I still haven't said what I mean (X4) And these words could fill a page, and the pages fill a book At the end when I'm flipping through, I won't feel so confused By all the lines it took It can feel like such a grind, just trying to say it all the time but as long as You hear my heart, even with its missing parts I know that I'll be fine