[Verse 1]
Tie up these hands
Has nothing good come of them?
All my efforts seem a wreck
But does that mean they're meaningless?
[Chorus 1]
If my mind's straight but my heart's askew
Then my actions mean nothing to you
[Verse 2]
Cut off this tongue
Has not a good word fallen from
This vessel of language
This organ of speech
When used is boastful
When silent is meek
[Bridge]
How dare I take such holy work
And turn it into this awful mess
For I'm a man and nothing more
You are God and nothing less
[Chorus 2]
If my mind's straight but my heart's askew
Then my actions mean nothing to you
Nor should they touch the glory of
Such endless patience and faultless love