The Breaks Lyrics - Mullins Rich

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