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