Rich Mullins  First Corinthians 9:24-27  Here is my heart take what you want  'Cause I have no use for it anyway  Well of all the stupid things I've ever said  This could be the worst may be the best  But those are the breaks  These are the bruises  And if I can't give myself away I'm the only one who loses  And I don't want to lose this  It is the sea that makes the sailor  And the land that shapes the sea  And I do not know yet what I am made of  Or all I may someday be  And it is the wood that makes a carpenter  It's the very tools of his trade  And it is love that makes a lover  And a cross that makes a saint  Here is my song, listen if you will  But I have no heart for it anymore  I just have half a mind to cut it loose  And if it sails off into the blue  Then I'll just let it soar  And the sky is better keeping  And I won't be any poorer  For giving it its freedom  And here's one for freedom  It is the sea that makes the sailor  And the land that shapes the sea  And I do not know yet what I am made of  Or all I may someday be  It is the wood that makes a carpenter  It's the very tools of his trade  And it is love that makes a lover  And a cross that makes a saint  Well, of all the stupid things I've ever said  This could be the worst may be the best  But those are the breaks