BREAK THE JAR

VERSE 1 I was down in a winepress, Beating wheat in the dark. Doing small work in secret With a small, scared heart. Then You called me a warrior Before I ever fought. You named me what I'd be, Not the thing that I thought. CHORUS So cut it down. Cut it down. Take the numbers I hide behind. Cut it down. Cut it down. Till there's nothing left but You. I don't want a bigger army. I want a smaller name. Jesus, Jesus, Put the torch in my hand, Break the jar. VERSE 2 Thirty-two thousand. You said, "That's too many." Ten thousand standing. You said it again. Down at the water You cut us to three hundred, Not 'cause we were ready. So we couldn't pretend. CHORUS So cut it down. Cut it down. Take the numbers I hide behind. Cut it down. Cut it down. Till there's nothing left but You. I don't want a bigger army. I want a smaller name. Jesus, Jesus, Put the torch in my hand, Break the jar. BRIDGE 1 The first thing I tore down Was standing in my own house. My father built it. I kept it. And I fed it for years. No one clapped. No one knew. There was no story to tell. Just a man in the dark Finally saying, "No more." Now there's no sword in my hand. Just a horn. Just a torch. Just a jar made of clay, And the light is inside. BRIDGE 2 So break it. Break the pride. Break the plan. Break the thing I've been hiding behind. Break the jar. Break the jar. Break the jar. FINAL CHORUS So cut it down. Cut it down. Take the numbers I hide behind. Cut it down.