Текст песни Mullins Rich - The Breaks
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Rich MullinsFirst Corinthians 9:24-27Here is my heart take what you want`Cause I have no use for it anywayWell of all the stupid things I`ve ever saidThis could be the worst may be the bestBut those are the breaksThese are the bruisesAnd if I can`t give myself away I`m the only one who losesAnd I don`t want to lose thisIt is the sea that makes the sailorAnd the land that shapes the seaAnd I do not know yet what I am made ofOr all I may someday beAnd it is the wood that makes a carpenterIt`s the very tools of his tradeAnd it is love that makes a loverAnd a cross that makes a saintHere is my song, listen if you willBut I have no heart for it anymoreI just have half a mind to cut it looseAnd if it sails off into the blueThen I`ll just let it soarAnd the sky is better keepingAnd I won`t be any poorerFor giving it its freedomAnd here`s one for freedomIt is the sea that makes the sailorAnd the land that shapes the seaAnd I do not know yet what I am made ofOr all I may someday beIt is the wood that makes a carpenterIt`s the very tools of his tradeAnd it is love that makes a loverAnd a cross that makes a saintWell, of all the stupid things I`ve ever saidThis could be the worst may be the bestBut those are the breaks