Shine on the land, that we may heal and grow.
Change stony hearts, that they may relax, finding joy and ease.
Lord, release me of worry and woe. I am a wound spring, teeth clenched. Let peace come to me.
Bless my efforts, that they may bear fruit.
Thy will be done.
(Letter #2,644)
Daily Letters to God 
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