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,
He reminds
As the flake melts away.
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When you walked outside today, were you getting snowflakes on you? SNOWFLAKES? What are they?! Where do they come from? What do they want from us!!!
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