When I say here’s my heart Lord
I don’t say it with my arms weakly at my sides
In a whisper that can only be heard by myself
But
With my arms stretching so high to the heavens that it is almost a strain
And with a shout so desperate and passionate that it sounds like a cry
Rather than normal speech
When I say here’s my heart Lord
I so intensely want my heart in Your hands
My heart changed and molded by You
That I would rip it out of my chest and give it into Your hands
Because I know that is where it would be better taken care of