sufjan

On the floor at the great divide with my shirt tucked in and my shoes untied, I am crying in the bathroom. In the morning when you finally go and the nurse runs in with her head hung low, and the cardinal hits the window. In the morning in the winter shade, on the first of March, on the holiday - I thought I saw you breathing

All the glory that the Lord has made and the complications when I see His face, in the morning in the window. All the glory when He took our place, but He took my shoulders and He shook my face, and He takes and He takes and He takes.

wonderful man.