That don't fit in my box.
It's neatly tied, with God inside--
I've even tried a lock.
But He is not a pawn
To move about my game;
He will not fit, He cannot sit
Amidst my tight constraint.
God Almighty, Holy, True
His ways are not my own.
One posture sure, one faithful cure,
My face upon the floor.
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