What once was allowed, I no longer bear.

The minor has taken on new importance.
Lord, you remake me, and remake me again. Each time the road narrows.
O joy, as I become who I am! Keep remaking me, Lord.
(Letter #2,672)
What once was allowed, I no longer bear.

The minor has taken on new importance.
Lord, you remake me, and remake me again. Each time the road narrows.
O joy, as I become who I am! Keep remaking me, Lord.
(Letter #2,672)
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