Too Big for a Mansize Door
Written during a worship rehearsal in the little room behind the stage at Hatfield Christian Church.
A King too big for a mansize door only enters when we break down walls. We don’t need them anyway. No evil can come where He is. The roof is tipped into the lawn. If it rains, He speaks and we stay dry, or not- as He pleases. He gathers us under His wings like He always longed to. The sky is our ceiling. Every wall is a window. We have nothing to hide.