I hear it all the time:
"In a room this size,
There must be this or that."

In a room this size,
Is the room enough for me?

In a room this size,
Can there really be

Room enough for those
whom often aren't seen?

In a room this size
What do expect to see?

Can we really ever know
what lies in hearts and minds?

In a room this size
How many is that?

Does it have to be hundreds?
How about just you and me?

In a room this size
do I feel safe or similar?

How do I know that there
are others just like me?

In a room this size
Will it be alright?

Can I find God
Who will shine the light?

In a room this size
Will I matter at all?

So many problems
How can I recall?

In a room this size
Will me get lost in we?

How can I know that
others hear or see?

In a room this size
Will my pain feel small?

I need someone
willing to call

In a room this size
where do I fit?

Lots of faces and chairs
None invite me to sit

In a room this size
Do I have a part to play?

I'm not sure where to turn
Not sure what to say

In a room this size
I somehow feel alone

Thousands of people
will someone hear my groan?

In a room this size
does that make it seem alright?

Perhaps my burden
should feel more light

In a room this size
Eyes pass over me

Lots of looks
so few really see

In a room this size
they expect me to fit

Is there a space
for me to find "it"

what I've been missing
since before I can recall

In a room this size
to whom do I call?

No one knows me
It feels like the mall

When I'm at wits end
with nothing to lose

I really need connection
not the latest news

I need to see real
not the flashing lights

Will you find a space for me
I can't find my way at night?

Will you giude me and love me
and slowly return my sight?

there's too much to miss
in a room this size

Too many stories
too many lies

I do not know the facts
about a room this size.

Maybe it's different
maybe we'll realize

that regardless of numbers
or the crowds that we see

People are hungry, broken
they need to be free.

In a room this size, is there room enough in me
to not turn away from the people I see?
could I offer my self in new scary ways?
Will we ever reach the deeper things
that anomynity betrays?

Can we make it feel small
though the numbers are many?
should we talk to them all
or simply use the excuse
that in a room this size
there isn't any use

Create space for them, vaue them
and see them as unique
We love them, notice them
and give them a seat

There's room in God's heart
for all that would seek
In a room this size
is there room enough in me?

does my heart ever get full
of people other than myself?
is it time to take some old beliefs
off of the shelf?

There's room for you
in my Father's house
sit here, listen, and hear from Him
i think he's saying that in a room this size,
i hope that you'll stay.

you are safe here; I love you
albeit hundreds, dozens, or three
in a room this size
you'll always find me