Making Me Lyrics - Downhere

Well the poet is stuck in the mud 

And the dreamer is finding his way home from the stars 

And the visionary's watching his feet 

'Cause the sentimental fool is numb again 

Simple hand, simple eye, nothing to write home about 

Yet the artist chisels at the stone 

Curious, the child tugs the fingers of the bigger 

He wants to see the face that is his own 

He's not alone 

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Lord Help me be the one You're making me, yeah 

Lord help me see the one You're making me 

The one You're making me, the one You're making me 

Well we push it off and pull Him in 

We fist His lips and we kick His shin 

We post a sign, turn and throttle away 

And barely listen to a single word He has to say. 

By his eye a tendril fell 

He cast a word, but not a spell 

It's all tied up' it's all done 

I was a cancer, but you have made me a son 

Lord Help me be the one You're making me, yeah 

Lord help me see the one You're making me 

The one You're making me, the one You're making me 

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I feel the wild whims of the wicked as I wonder whether 

Ashes burn twice or these thoughts be put under a fire 

To be burned as I have seldom learned from the whisper of His will 

While I am standing still 

And the night fell fast, I crashed and blast my prayers like through a megaphone 

Aimed all of my feelings at the ceiling 

Cuz I want to know who I am 

And if I really have a Home 

Lord Help me be the one You're making me, yeah 

Lord help me see the one You're making me 

The one You're making me, the one You're making me