Uh-oh, here comes another one.
The hooman already said we have no room-
But all they can do is come
and pound on me like drums of doom!
People never stop to think
of how much it hurts
when people pound on you day and night-
pretty sure that’s the worst.
But this poor woman seems so tired…
wonder what my hooman will say.
So many people have walked through my frame
So many we’ve had to turn away.
Well, you woodn’t believe it-
what my hooman just said!
They can stay in the stable
to use as a bed.
Little do they know that this babe
will grow to make more of me
and open other people’s eyes
open new doors, so they can truly see.
Little do they know that this little child
born in the stable I saw while swinging on my hinges
would die on a piece of wood
after being an outcast on the fringes.
Who knew that this babe would grow
to be a man who saws and sees
who would take us from the ark of wood
and step out of our frame, to be truly free?