Written by Mark Robertson
Sometimes I get the feeling my prayers bounce right off the ceiling
And they spin around the room with me, and they never get to You
There are those who won't believe, what they can't see with their eyes
I suppose I've been guilty of that myself from time to time
But I'll believe that you're listening, and I'll believe that You're interested
And I'll believe I'm forgiven for every vain repetition, every selfish ambition,
Every foolish petition You endure
Chorus:
Sometimes I get the feeling my prayers bounce right off the ceiling
And they spin around the room with me, and they never get to You
And though my head is reeling I will still go on believing
They'll fly like holy missiles and tear a hole right through the roof
My one wish is to break through, when I try to get to You
My one fear is a deaf ear, please tell me it ain't true
But I'll believe You can hear me, and I'll believe you'll draw near to me
And I'll believe that You're bending
To me when I can't rise up and my flesh won't seem to wise up
To the fact that You are everything I need, You're everything I need
But I'll believe that you're listening, and I'll believe that You're interested
And I'll believe I'm forgiven for every vain repetition, every selfish ambition,
Every foolish petition You endure
Chorus
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