Gasoline

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! 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 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'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 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 --- Gasoline - Skillet