Gasoline

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, youíll 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