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 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 sleve 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 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 you want me to do with this?»
He said, «Already done, already done, already done»
That heart was Jesus…
