text: I am sitting with my heart out on the table
  I am 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 am 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 will be consumed, you¬ will be consumed I want to, I want to
  I am sitting here with my heart out on the table
  Next to a bloody mess that was once a mans 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