Cardboard cut-outs on the floor
People wish that You were more
More like what they wanted You to be
Eventually they won't have much of You at all
And their theology
The walls are closing in on You
You cannot be contained
At all
I don't want to make You small
I don't want to fit You in my pocket
A cross around my throat
'Cause You are brighter than the sun
You're closer than the tiny thoughts I have of You
But I could never fathom You
At all
Broken moldings all around
Broken people hit the ground
When they discover that You are not here for our benefit
You love in spite of us
You use the least of us
To prove the strong aren't really strong
At all
And, I don't want to make You small
I don't want to fit You in my pocket
A cross around my throat
'Cause You are brighter than the sun
You're closer than the tiny thoughts I have of You
But I could never fathom you
At all
At all
And, I don't want to make You small
I don't want to fit You in my pocket
A cross around my throat
'Cause You are brighter than the sun
You're closer than the tiny thoughts I have of You
But I could never fathom you
At all