kitcat :)

you wouldn't be comfortable, up there, in god's presence, covered in your sin, like a child dripping mud through a bright white marble mansion. and god,

your Heavenly Father,

because He is a perfect parent, because He loves you, He understands this, and He won't let you in. He made a place, dirty as you, where you will fit in.

but when i go out to play and come back with dirt under my nails and mud in my shoes, my mother lies out a carpet of towels from the back door to a warm bath where she wipes the muck from my cheeks.

(there you are)

she dries me gently, and dresses me quick in front of the heater,

00:00:00:00

I spy with my little eye A spiral that has finally reached its end A coffin for a man and his friend A skull atop its mortal confine A candle wasted away by time The shadows of two, bound by time’s machine And a phantom hourglass hidden in between