La Forma De Mi Corazón
Isabelle Valdez
The Shape of My Heart
Locked in this heart
Deceptive like no other
I thought I knew what was in it
And stumbled again with the same mistake
It happened and I bring it broken to You, Lord
You know the shape of my heart
The deepest things and the exterior
I'm tired of trying to do it myself
But today I come to you, transform my life
I don't want you to fix it, better change it
For one who loves you and is a worshiper
Who cries with the touch of your holy anointing
Mold him in you, mold him in You
What you really see is not me
Every situation is a theater
I try to laugh and worship pretending
But your spirit confronts me
Seeing myself in the mirror of your light
