I grow in secret. The work is behind closed doors. As dawn fades, the world beckons.
Shall I roll over and turn my back to the door, or shall I walk upright into the day?
Guide my choosing, Lord.
(Letter #2,050)
I grow in secret. The work is behind closed doors. As dawn fades, the world beckons.
Shall I roll over and turn my back to the door, or shall I walk upright into the day?
Guide my choosing, Lord.
(Letter #2,050)
