You were singing me a love song since before I could understand the words; you sing a lullaby to me that begins even before I retire.
Sweet music accompanies my life, Lord, will I listen? In idle moments it gives peace; in trial it reminds me of your love. In times of anger it soothes.
I sing your song to others, poorly and forgetfully. Let me spread your tune through the land, even off-key. Let at least your melody be heard.
(Letter #1,982)
