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 too hard or smash it, or throw it down
I'm scared of being hurt, I just want to live, live a happy life!

Chorus:
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 to
(Chorus)

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

(Chorus)

Words and Music by John Cooper. ©1996 Photon Music (BMI). All Rights Reserved.