So I guess if you're reading this, and you
here is my humble advice:
Scrape off the skin that has grown atop your heavenly frame
the skin that was woven by liars and fools and pains.
For you and I were made in His image
And He speaks of us as saints
You are the apple of his eye
You are the fire in his chest
You are his love, made tangible
His beauty, bottled into flesh
He loves me.
