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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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