I'm sitting with my heart out on the table
I'm doing a face to face with God
He picked up my heat and said:
"What do you want me to do with this?"
I just blinked my eyes to 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 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 reaks of gasoline
It bears the mark of a slave committed to 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:
"Alredy done, already done. That heart was Jesus."
