As hard as my body is pressed down, the ground holds me up equally.
Are you my support, Lord, or are you the force that keeps me from flying away?
Even this weight is a gift.
(Letter #2,592)
As hard as my body is pressed down, the ground holds me up equally.
Are you my support, Lord, or are you the force that keeps me from flying away?
Even this weight is a gift.
(Letter #2,592)