I'm sitting with my heart out on the table
I'm doing a face to face with 
GodHe 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, you'­ll be consumed 
I want to, 
I want toI'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"