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