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 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 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 to life

Anyone who wants it

Will have to grab it from a real big God try to touch me,

You'll be consumed, you­ll 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, that heart was Jesus