I never saw the wonders
Of His early life
When sceptics turn to me

They scoff at my reply

I never stood and saw Jesus, face to face

They say, I'm just a wishful thinker
Standing on my faith
Standing on my faith


If I could touch the
Hem of His garments

If I could see Him walk the sea
If I could taste the wines turned from water


Would I, would I be
Any more, any more
Any more sure

Any more, any more
Any more sure


I felt the pounding anger
Lifted from my chest
And I've been rescued

From the bars of bitterness

My walls of Jericho

Were crumbling into dust
The evidence of things unseen
Is more than you know

Is more than you know

If I could touch the

Hem of His garments
If I could see Him walk the sea
If I could taste the wines turned from water


Would I, would I be
(I would not be)

Any more, any more
Any more sure


(I would not be)
Any more, any more
Any more sure


Blessed are the souls
They cannot see

If they follow 'round
Helping me


If I could touch the
Hem of His garments
If I could see Him walk the sea

If I could taste the wines turned from water

Would I, would I be, yeah

(I would not be)
Any more, any more
Any more sure


(I would not be)
Any more, any more

Any more sure
No, I could not be
Any more sure


(I would not be)
Any more, any more

Any more sure