Once upon a time,
I put God in a box. 
Later I realized
That I was the one in the box;
And the lid was locked down. 

The struggle began. 

All my knees and elbows were bruised;
Even the top of my head was battered! 
But no word came from the Prime Mover;
Nor succor from the Force.   

Whimpering from self-inflicted pain,
I made a bed at the bottom of the box
And cozied up on the floor,
Laying there dormant,
Almost dead for years.   

Then, our of nowhere, revival came. 
Forgetting about the locked-down lid,
I stretched my hands to Heaven
And the LID POPPED OPEN,
Revealing an unbelievable Creation
Before my incredulous eyes: 
A blue sky, stars, planets in orbit;
Birds, flowers and souls;
And more souls — Kindred souls!
And a God Who loves me!
He is a Person.
He has a Personality.
He has Emotion.
He has Plans.
And I’m included in Them. 
And He really loves me,
He really, really does.   

I rejoice. I sing and dance and play
And swim in the River of Life. 

I celebrate the newness Of my reborn life
Out of the box!   

You see, He really loves me;
He really, really does!  

Copyright 2001 Sharon Warden smarwar@msn.com