Make me a mop to clean up the messes
That I've made in my life
Lord, make me a spoon, smooth on the edges
When my words wanna reach for a knife
Make me a shovel, make me whatever
A handle on a cup you glue back together
If breakin' a man just makes him better
Then do what you gotta do
Make me the nail, you hold the hammer
Drive me straight and drive me true
Lord, build me a heart with room for forgiveness
And just let me live there for a minute or two
Make me a shovel, make me whatever
A handle on a cup you glue back together
If breakin' a man just makes him better
Then do what you gotta do
Mm
And I know I'll never be shiny and perfect
But give me a bucket and I'll get to workin'
Take all this pain and give me a purpose
I'll be whatever you choose
Make me a mop, just use me for somethin'
More than just cleanin' up my own puddle of tears
Lord, make me a song in some old, dusty jukebox
Just make me feel somethin' I ain't felt in years
Make me a shovel, make me whatever
A handle on a cup you glue back together
If breakin' a man just makes him better
Then do what you gotta do
Take me, huh
Break me
Lord, make me
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