I’m the boy in the box again
In these heavy heavy days…

I’m the boy in the box again
In the box it seems I’ll stay…

There is no Joy for 
The boy in the box
There is no night
There is no day 

There’s plenty to eat
Plenty to drink…

It all taste the same

It doesn’t much matter
To the boy in the box
Has no hunger
Nor thirst to maintain

Those whom he loves they come and go and he can’t understand why they don’t hear his screams

The boy in the box 
He trudges along trying to find truth in his childish dreams

The box is so heavy
Thick cloudy sides
Twist every face
To shamed
sighs

And friends become
Monsters
To the boy in the box
He gnashes his teeth
At them all

And…
The real monsters…

Become friendly 
To the boy in the box

Whispering softly
“Come play…
We have answers for all”

The boy in the box knows
His friends are his friends
And the monsters are mean
But the box gets so heavy
The sides…
Too thick to see 
And soon its just the boy...

Alone in the box.  

And there is no light in the box and the dark is so bright in the box And voices are cruel in the box. And fingers they accuse in the box and the tears stain the box
His Nails break off clawing at the sides of the box. It stinks in the box
Sweat and urine in the box

And the boy
He cries in the box
But still no one 
Hears him scream. 

He goes to work in the box, to school in the box, he shops in the box and goes about his days in the box. 

And the box never lifts 
And the box never wears
And box never 
Gives him a break

The boy in the box wonders…
Where is his God in a Box
He loses heart 
In his box for…

Has he not done his
Good deeds in his box
Read all his verses in his box
Sang all his songs in his box

Has he not helped others
From their boxes
While fading inside his own

So where is his God in the box…
Did the boy in the box…
Not go to his
Church in a box

Not say the right prayer in a box Not sing the right hymn in a box Did he not give the right dollar
In a box So he beats his chest
In his box and wails in his box
Exhausted he collapses in his box throws up his hands in despair in his box…

There is no day in the box
No night in the box…

There is food
But no hunger in the box…

There is drink
But no thirst in the box…

There is no light in the box
The darkness…

Is bright In the box

There is no sound in the box
And the silence…

It screams in the box

There is no hope in the box
No hope for the boy in the box

So I just sit and whimper this prayer in the box...

Jesus, I love you...thank you for this box 

And I hate this prayer in my box.
Through gritted teeth
I pray in this box

Jesus, I love you...
Thank you for this box

Again and again and again from this box...

Jesus, I love you thank for this box

And then…

He is there in the box
With me and my despair
In the box
Right there all the time
In my box 
Protecting my heart in the box
Setting my course in the box
Preparing the way from the box
Paying my debts in the box
Taking my blows in the box
Righting my wrongs in the box

As He raises me
Out of the box…

I see that He has been in the box
Long before I set foot In the box
He was there, Waiting for me
In the box…

To know how I feel
In the box…

To feel where to heal
From the box
Knowing I’d be in the box
He went into the box…

Never alone in the box…

He is no god in a box
There is no box
No box church and no box prayer No box deed and no box verse
He waited for me in the box to help me out of the box I put us in. 

And He said, taking a finger to catch a tear from this boy…
Out of his box
“Child, I cannot be contained
My love for you cannot be boxed No deed, no word, no song nor dance can make me love you more...

Please Favored Son...
Be done with the box.” 

So I left the box...and sing and dance and yes sometimes I shed tears out of the box. But oh the joy the joy without the box. So much joy I need find others to tell them there is no box...no God in a box. 

How do I know...
well because there’s no more Me in a box