The road forks, and forks again. I am bewildered, and yet carrying this load.
Where might I set it down? Is it mine to carry? Have I stumbled onto the wrong path?
Lord, in my childish ignorance, direct me. I am so turned around.
(Letter #1,891)
The road forks, and forks again. I am bewildered, and yet carrying this load.
Where might I set it down? Is it mine to carry? Have I stumbled onto the wrong path?
Lord, in my childish ignorance, direct me. I am so turned around.
(Letter #1,891)
