The spring air; the budding trees; the new daffodil blooms.
I, renewing, am part of your nature.
The world awakens. Do I, Lord?
Let me breathe deeply, quicken my pace, and grow.
(Letter #2,587)
The spring air; the budding trees; the new daffodil blooms.
I, renewing, am part of your nature.
The world awakens. Do I, Lord?
Let me breathe deeply, quicken my pace, and grow.
(Letter #2,587)