Pacing, a lion in a cage, I am my own jailer. I hoard wealth and dare not spend a cent.
I pace myself, while the world’s needs sprint by.
Lord, let me be useful today, reserving nothing. Tomorrow will be met with its own supply.
(Letter #2,106)
Pacing, a lion in a cage, I am my own jailer. I hoard wealth and dare not spend a cent.
I pace myself, while the world’s needs sprint by.
Lord, let me be useful today, reserving nothing. Tomorrow will be met with its own supply.
(Letter #2,106)
