I can hand wood chunks in a tray Or wait, am I a body spray?

change my first and i'm what you do on your phone, day in and day out change my second and give me a bucket change my third and set the table on me altogether i'll guide you when you're lost.

a tyrant may rule with my fist while those with my will will persist a maiden or man or cast in a pan as a lung, stomach, heart i exist.

From the wall, I sing a liquid song, Turning left or right, where I belong. A twist of a wrist, I start to flow, In kitchens and baths, I bring you H Two O.

I'm a cold area, a frozen wasteland with six letters to keep it cool. Nothing grows, under this heavy weight, often compared to a feather, if you swap the second for an o.