Be a rock under my feet, Lord.
My head is turned by shadows; my heart darts here and there like a mouse. Blind, I feel for the furniture. I crawl so I will not fall.
Lord, you are under me and I stand upon you. You clear the way for me. Why do I then hesitate?
You have delivered me, you keep delivering me, you will deliver me.
Grant me faith, Lord.
(Letter #1,813)
You must be logged in to post a comment.