What is Drastic + Dramatic
Thursday, December 04, 2008
On mornings of snow like this,
I imagine the world has frosted over.
It's not safe to drive a world that He can't see through the atmosphere.
Like from a great big school bus windshield he scrapes the frost away.
The shavings drift down to frost our cheeks with kisses that whisper
He is looking on and He loves us.
Don't forget me,
As the flake melts away.