'Cause You can take as fast as You give,
I'm left with what You leave.
We give thanks when we want not,
We seek in turmoil alone.
Take my eyes, make them Yours.
Take my heart, make it Yours.
You are the giver, creator, destroyer.
Mold me, make me, shape me.
'Cause I want to run 'til my feet grow tired.
Carry me, carry me home.
Why do I only want,
When You're all that I need?
I am what You make of me,
What You make of me.
I am what You make of me,
What You make of me, what You make of me.