Make me a mop to clean up the messes
That I've made in my life
Lord, make me a spoon, smooth on the edges
When my words wanna reach for a knife

Make me a shovel, make me whatever
A handle on a cup you glue back together
If breaking a man just makes him better
Then do what you gotta do

Make me the nail, you hold the hammer
Drive me straight and drive me true
Lord, build me a heart with room for forgiveness
And just let me live there for a minute or two

Make me a shovel, make me whatever
A handle on a cup you glue back together
If breaking a man just makes him better
Then do what you gotta do

Mm

And I know I'll never be shiny and perfect
But give me a bucket and I'll get to working
Take all this pain and give me a purpose
I'll be whatever you choose

Make me a mop, just use me for something
More than just cleaning up my own puddle of tears
Lord, make me a song in some old, dusty jukebox
Just make me feel something I ain't felt in years

Make me a shovel, make me whatever
A handle on a cup you glue back together
If breaking a man just makes him better
Then do what you gotta do

Take me, huh
Break me
Lord, make me