wax sculpture

If I could tear out my heart and give it to you

I would, for a heart is too great a treasure to entrust to this body of wax. 

I melt to all forms of malicious enticement and my hands shake as I pour myself out on foreign altars. 

And again you say you are sufficient, and again you say do not fear. 

So I bandage up my dripping body and I praise you for the strength to be new. 

You bless me beyond all measure and I fall on my soft knees, 

I praise you for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.  

Your works are wonderful, I know that full well. 

If ever I could tear out my heart and give it to you, I would. 

Because you deserve everything I am. 

Oh Lord my God, how great thou art.