What am I doing stuffed into this box?
No room to move, not even to breathe.
"You must fit this space to be proper and right,
If some part sticks out, then just cut it off!
Do this, don't do that, keep your thoughts to yourself.
I don't wanna hear what you have to say!
Do not imagine, do not create,
"You must fit this space to be proper and right,
If some part sticks out, then just cut it off!
Do this, don't do that, keep your thoughts to yourself.
I don't wanna hear what you have to say!
Do not imagine, do not create,
Put a lid on it and stay in that box!"
But wonder of wonders, now I see,
that a loving God has set me free!
Free to be His and free to be me,
Free to be His and free to be me,
I'm in Him and He's in me!
No longer imprisoned, He's given me wings,
By Grace I will soar,
fly high and fly free,
And I'll never go back
To that stifling old box!
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