Boxes

We're trapped in our daily routine
Same old friends, same old conversations
Then one day at church I heard a preacher say
We need to live outside of the same old, same old way

        We live in a box
        We drive in a box
        We work in a box
        We shop in a box
        We worship in a box
        We go to school in a box
                Box, box, box--everything's a box!

At some point we just have to stop
We need to reach and live outside of the box
We need to tear down the walls and draw a new line
When the walls are gone we'll let God's light shine!

Then everything changed

        We lived in a box
        We drove in a box
        We worked in a box
        We shopped in a box
        We worshipped in a box
        We went to school in a box
                Box, box, box--everything was a box!

Finally a funny thing happened in the end
We had to make our boxes bigger to fit all our new friends

--bro. tim pickl
Sunday April 23, 2006 A.D.

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