Fill my spirit, even as my body is weak.
In pain, of what might I be grateful? In penury, of what give thanks? Place these things in my thoughts.
Aching and spent, let me yet more strongly find reasons to sing praise.
(Letter #1,735)
Fill my spirit, even as my body is weak.
In pain, of what might I be grateful? In penury, of what give thanks? Place these things in my thoughts.
Aching and spent, let me yet more strongly find reasons to sing praise.
(Letter #1,735)