Your will, pouring over me, let me turn my face towards it.
A flood afflicts the land. How high is my dwelling? Whom shall I rescue?
Grant me eyes and ears to see and hear your instructions, Lord. Grant me willingness to act.
(Letter #1,889)
Your will, pouring over me, let me turn my face towards it.
A flood afflicts the land. How high is my dwelling? Whom shall I rescue?
Grant me eyes and ears to see and hear your instructions, Lord. Grant me willingness to act.
(Letter #1,889)