Lord make me a lightning bolt to burn off this ring
(comin down, comin down),
Lord make me a Skilsaw to cut through these chains
(comin down, comin down),
Lord give me the clarity to see through this smoke,
And salvage the woman comin down.
Lord make me an arrow to pierce through the lies
(comin down, comin down),
Lord make me a lens to better see my life
(comin down, comin down),
Lord make me an instrument to sing away the pain,
This rushing river, comin down.
Im free, here in the mountains of peace may I be.
I see the greatness above and the smallness of me.
Lord Im mistaken in the choices that I made
(comin down, comin down)
I made me a prison that shouldve been a man
(comin down, comin down)
Lord help me discover the courage to Be,
To handle these changes comin down.
Im free here in the mountains of peace may I be,
I see the greatness above and the smallness of me.
So free, here in garden awake consciously,
I see the greatness within; the greatness in me.
Lord Im your instrument, Ill shoulder the weight,
Of feeling emotions in a deeper shade.
Ill be the one who puts them to song,
And liberate the heartache comin down.