The Good Confession - Andrew Peterson

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

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

And I believe

He is the Christ

Son of the living God

And I believe

He is the Christ

Son of the living God

And I believe

He is the Christ

Son of the living God

And I believe

He is the Christ

Son of the living God

And I believe

He is the Christ

Son of the living God

My Lord, My Savior

My Lord, My Savior

Oh, Hosanna, I believe