The Breaks lyrics

Artist  : Mullins Rich 
Song : The Breaks



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 Rich Mullins
First Corinthians 9:24-27
Here is my heart take what you want
'Cause
I have no use for it anyway
Well of all the
stupid things I've ever said
This could be
the worst may be the best
But those are the
breaks
These are the bruises
And if I
can't give myself away I'm the only one who
loses
And I don't want to lose this
It
is the sea that makes the sailor
And the
land that shapes the sea
And I do not know
yet what I am made of
Or all I may someday
be
And it is the wood that makes a
carpenter
It's the very tools of his
trade
And it is love that makes a lover
And a cross that makes a saint
Here is my
song, listen if you will
But I have no heart
for it anymore
I just have half a mind to cut
it loose
And if it sails off into the blue
Then I'll just let it soar
And the sky is
better keeping
And I won't be any poorer
For giving it its freedom
And here's one
for freedom
It is the sea that makes the
sailor
And the land that shapes the sea
And I do not know yet what I am made of
Or
all I may someday be
It is the wood that
makes a carpenter
It's the very tools of his
trade
And it is love that makes a lover
And a cross that makes a saint
Well, of
all the stupid things I've ever said
This
could be the worst may be the best
But those
are the breaks