The low shed. Song

Verse 1 I've got an old shed standing in the yard, Big enough to keep my tools and firewood dry. The roof still holds against the pouring rain, The lock still works though many years have gone by. It isn't new, it isn't built with pride, But time has proved it's stronger than it seems... Verse 2 There's just one thing that never lets me rest— The doorway's far too low to walk in straight. Each time I step inside I have to bow, Or meet the heavy timber with my face. Yesterday I carried logs all day, Back and forth until I lost my care. I'd stand up tall... then bang! against the frame— A painful little lesson waiting there. Chorus How can something good keep hitting your head? How can shelter leave you bruised instead? Safe from every storm, dry through every rain, Yet it makes you learn the same old pain. Maybe it's a gift... maybe it's a test... Some doors only open when you bend. So tell me now, before the daylight's gone: Is it really good... if it won't let you stand? Bridge Maybe life has built a thousand sheds like this. Strong and faithful, standing through the years. They'll protect your treasures, keep you warm inside— But only if you leave behind your pride. Final Chorus How can something good keep hitting your head? How can kindness leave a bump instead? Some things ask for strength, some ask for grace, Some remind us of our proper place. I still use that old shed every single day... I just remember to bow on the way.