Rich Mullins First Corinthians 9:24-27 Here is my heart take what you want `Cause I have no use for it anyway Well of all the stupid things I`ve ever said This could be the worst may be the best But those are the breaks These are the bruises And if I can`t give myself away I`m the only one who loses And I don`t want to lose this It is the sea that makes the sailor And the land that shapes the sea And I do not know yet what I am made of Or all I may someday be And it is the wood that makes a carpenter It`s the very tools of his trade And it is love that makes a lover And a cross that makes a saint Here is my song, listen if you will But I have no heart for it anymore I just have half a mind to cut it loose And if it sails off into the blue Then I`ll just let it soar And the sky is better keeping And I won`t be any poorer For giving it its freedom And here`s one for freedom It is the sea that makes the sailor And the land that shapes the sea And I do not know yet what I am made of Or all I may someday be It is the wood that makes a carpenter It`s the very tools of his trade And it is love that makes a lover And a cross that makes a saint Well, of all the stupid things I`ve ever said This could be the worst may be the best But those are the breaks
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