 I'm sitting with my heart out on the table
I'm doing a face-to-face with God
He picked up my heart and said,
"What do you want me to do with this?"
I just blinked my eyes
No smile, no laugh, no tears
No shrugging my shoulders
It crossed my mind, yeah I got an idea
You could take my heart and put it in a padlocked box
What if they grab it too hard or smash it,
Or throw it down?
I'm scared of being hurt, I just want to live
Live a happy life.
You want to, You want to
Soak my heart in gasoline
Light a match and consume me.
Soak my pride in gasoline
All of You and none of me.
I was reminded my heart reeks of gasoline.
It bears the mark of a slave committed for life.
Anyone who wants it
Will have to grab it from a real big God.
Try to touch me,
You'll be consumed, You'll be consumed.
I want to, I want to
I'm sitting here with my heart out on the table.
Next to a bloody mess that was once a man's heart.
I looked at God and said,
"What do you want me to do with this?"
He said,
"Already done, already done, already done."
That heart was Jesus...
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