Where I would run, let me glide. Where I would press, let me invite.
Today, Lord, let me whisper.
If I am to be a river, let me flow gently.
(Letter #1,747)
Where I would run, let me glide. Where I would press, let me invite.
Today, Lord, let me whisper.
If I am to be a river, let me flow gently.
(Letter #1,747)