Paula Cole - Comin' Down lyrics

Lord make me a lightning bolt
To burn off this ring
(comin' down, comin' down)
Lord make me a Skilsaw to
Cut through these chains
(comin' down, comin' down)
Lord give me the clarity to
See through this smoke
And salvage the woman comin' down
Lord make me an arrow to
Pierce through the lies
(comin' down, comin' down)
Lord make me a lens to better see my life
(comin' down, comin' down)
Lord make me an instrument to
Sing away the pain
This rushing river, comin' down i'm free
Here in the mountains of peace may I be
I see the greatness above and
The smallness of me

Lord I'm mistaken in the choices that I made
(comin' down, comin' down)
I made me a prison that should've been a man
(comin' down, comin' down)
Lord help me discover the courage to Be
To handle these changes comin' down
I'm free here in the mountains
Of peace may I be
I see the greatness above and
The smallness of me
So free, here in garden awake consciously
I see the greatness within
The greatness in me
Lord I'm your instrument
I'll shoulder the weight
Of feeling emotions in a deeper shade
I'll be the one who puts them to song
And liberate the heartache comin' down