Lord take my arrogant heart, the one that You formed in my chest
The one that You gave to me to be like Your own
The one that beats brave with no rest
Take it back...now it needs repair
For it's not as humble as the one You formed there
Take it back...now it seems to stray
Has a mind of its own, doesn't always obey
Once was of gold, now it smells of decay...
Is it too late? Can it be saved?
It should still be filled with love You put there that it never gave
God, take away all the parts of my heart that I've made impure
The parts that have hardened throughout my years
That served to insult and injure
Take them back, remove all the sores
And make this heart listen when we talk, mine to Yours
Take it back, is its purpose unknown?
If I break someone else's then is mine made of stone?
If you took all the pieces I've ruined
Would there be anything left of my heart?
To give to my love, Or to give to my brother,
or give to my sister, my father, my mother?
Or to give to a stranger...Lord what can I do?
Tell me Father...is there anything left of my arrogant heart
To give back to you?
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