Take, me, make me all You want me to be That's all I'm asking, all I'm asking Welcome to this heart of mine I've buried under prideful vines Grown to
My soul takes flight, drawn to your light Satellite Can't get enough, orbiting your love Satellite You are the center of my universe, universe You are
So proud to call you friend So let down, you're starting up again The same old story a thousand times told With you the hapless damsel in distress Am
Yesterday, once again I fell down and broke a friend Words were said, out of place And I hope that it's not too late To right this wrong 'Cause I was
Feathered, tethered Feels like all the world?s a cage Worked up, run down In this race to earn a wage Something inside Tells me I was made to Split the
On this journey home I will walk Your road And I will not turn 'round For another Make my pathway straight Into Heaven's gates And I will not turn 'round
Abba Father My defender You are holy And I surrender For in my weakness You protect me When my heart strays You correct me I cry Abba father (I love
Throw your stones at silver screens Faces on magazines Burn my rock n roll Blame my schools, my ADD My mom, my MTV Curse my chromosomes Chorus:
My body breaks beneath the weight Of toil and trouble, fears and fights Sickness in me, world against me I cry to You tonight Christ have mercy
There?s always music in my mind Orchestrations for my life Oh this symphony sometimes Plays like a sad song, sad song September morning on my couch
Feathered, tethered Feels like all the world?s a cage Worked up, run down In this race to earn a wage Something ? inside Tells me I was made to
Jesus, I am through defending This war?s never ending inside me I?ve been fighting not to forfeit Trying not to trust in Only you But I can?t get
I tremble at Your presence Shaken by the truth, that You are God No deed can bring You pleasure Or word add a measure To who You are Chorus: Bless
He yells through the night With a face full of fight Stepping over the ring that she wore She runs for the car But she doesn?t get far His boots
No magistrate can legislate Peace and love and hope No song can end or sermon mend The fatal flaws in our souls Pen and paper, Whitehouse won Will
Send the armies and darkest hours Every flag, every sword and power I will never turn I will never turn No, no, I will never turn from You Take the
Used to be the smiter came Struck my cheek and I cursed his name Used to be my fist was drawn My heart was stone and its mercy gone I was wrong to
This way is paved with tears Shed for two thousand years Wrung from the saints sincere Martyred and mourned Spirit who scorched their veins Burn