(to God)



Deep in the river

flowing as fire in my chest

so much that you can see

though 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 devine

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 you 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



im 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