Downhere Making Me Lyrics

Making Me Lyrics

Well the poet is stuck in the mud

And the dreamer is finding his way home
from the stars

And the visionary's watching his feet

'Cause the
sentimental fool is numb again



Simple hand, simple eye, nothing to
write home about

Yet the artist chisels at the stone

Curious, the
child tugs the fingers of the bigger

He wants to see the face that is his
own

He's not alone



Lord Help me be the one You're making me,
yeah

Lord help me see the one You're making me

The one You're
making me, the one You're making me



Well we push it off and pull
Him in

We fist His lips and we kick His shin

We post a sign, turn
and throttle away

And barely listen to a single word He has to say.

By his eye a tendril fell

He cast a word, but not a spell

It's
all tied up it's all done

I was a cancer, but you have made me a son



Lord Help me be the one You're making me, yeah

Lord help me see
the one You're making me

The one You're making me, the one You're making
me



I feel the wild whims of the wicked as I wonder whether

Ashes burn twice or these thoughts be put under a fire

To be burned as
I have tried to learn from the whisper of His will

While I am standing
still

And the night fell fast, I crashed and blast my prayers like
through a megaphone

Aimed all of my feelings at the ceiling

Cuz I
want to know who I am

And if I really have a Home



Lord Help
me be the one You're making me, yeah

Lord help me see the one You're
making me

The one You're making me, the one You're making me