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.