'Cause You can take as fast as You give
I’m left with what You leave
We give thanks when we want not
We seek in turmoil alone
Take my eyes, make them Yours
Take my heart, make it Yours
You are the giver, creator, destroyer
Mold me, make me, shape me
Cause I want to run ’til my feet grow tired
Carry me, carry me home
Why do I only want? When You’re all that I need
I am what You make of me, what You make of me
I am what You make of me, what You make of me, what You make of me
I am what You make of me, what You mold of me, what You make of me
I am what You make of me, what You make of me, what You make of me
