Small

Cardboard cutouts on the floor
 People wish that you were more like what they wanted you to be
 Eventually they won't have much of you at all in their theology
 The walls are closing in on you
 You cannot be contained at all
 I don't want to make you small
 I don't want to fit you in my pocket
 A cross around my throat
 You are brighter than the sun
 You're closer than the tiny thoughts I have of you
 But I could never fathom you at all
 Broken moldings all around
 Broken people hit the ground
 When they discover that you're not here for our benefit
 You love in spite of us
 You use the least of us to prove the strong aren't really strong at all