I feel the wild whims of the wicked as I wonder whether
To be burned as I have tried to learn from the whisper of his will
'Cuz I want to know who I am and if I really have a home
He's not alone
It's all tied up, it's all done
The artist chisels at the stone
One You're making me, the one You're making me
Lord, help me see the one You're making me
Lord, help me be the one You're making me, yeah
He wants to see the face that is his own
The one You're
By His eye a tendril fell
Lord, help me be the one You're making me, yeah

Like through a megaphone
Lord, help me see the one You're making me
The one You're making me

The night fell fast, I crashed and blast my prayers

The one You're making me
'Cause the sentimental fool is numb again
While I am standing still

I was a cancer, but You have made me a son
We post a sign, turn and throttle away
Well, we push it off and pull Him in
The one You're making me
We fist His lips and we kick His shin

Aimed all of my feelings at the ceiling
Please
Curious, the child tugs the fingers of the bigger
Ashes burn twice or these thoughts be put under a fire
Lord, please help me

The one You're making me
Lord, please help me be the one You're making me
And we barely listen to a single word He has to say

Lord, help me see the one You're making me
Lord, help me be the one You're making me, yeah

One you're making me, the one you're making me
Lord, please help me be the one You're making me
Simple hand, simple eye, nothing to write home about
He cast a word, but not a spell

And the visionary's watching his feet
One You're making me, the one you're making me