They've all made up their minds out here. 
Preacher don't you waste your time. 
They point and stare as they're passing by. 
But you have something I can't find. 
 The substance of that which we hope for. 
The evidence of things not seen.1 
See myself a child sing out loud. 
Praises to the unseen. 
But no image saved of losing my. 
Reason to believe. 
Still I can use the language. But the, 
Word is lost on me. 
Can you spare me some Faith? 
Can you loan me a reason to believe? 
 I see an old man toss one by one, 
Thousands of starfish drowning in the sun. 
"What difference can you make? Why do you waste your time?" 
"I made a difference to that one didn't I?" 
The substance of that which we hope for. 
The evidence of things not seen.1 
Can you spare me some Faith? 
Can you loan me a reason to believe? 
 The Xs and the flowers at Mrs. Laveau's, 
The shadows and secrets only Baron Samedi Knows, 
The Passover Lamb and the sprinkling of the blood,2 
Lest he that destroys the 1st born should touch. 
Old woman circles the church on rocky knees. 
Her face only prayer and passion be seen. 
Can you spare me some Faith? 
Can you loan me a reason to believe? 
1Hebrews 11:1, 2 Hebrews 11:28