(to God)
Deep in the river
flowing as fire in my chest
so much that you can see
through this shell of a man that i detest
make of me something
that you can use
if only two hands for passing time
erase my ego
with a glimpse of your image so divine
and mold my body in your hands
for i am only clay
not hardened yet
i have no offering for thee
but the emptiness in me
do what you want with me
do what you want
come to me like sleep
and walk me across the great divide
between what the whole world sees
and what i really feel inside
make of me something you can use
if only the shoes to hold your feet
breathe life into me
make whole what is now so imcomplete
and you can pick any canvas lady
for i am only paint
wet to the touch
i have no offering for thee
but the song you hear me singing
do what you want with me
do what you want
i'm only half a man
and i dont deserve your hands
making me whole
mold my body in your hands
for i am only clay
not hardened yet
i have no offering for thee
but the song you hear me singning
do what you want with me
do what you want