The Breaks — текст песни (Mullins Rich)

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