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