Sorrow rains down upon me, upon the land. Can I yet laugh, sing, smile?
Tragedy creeps in upon me, will you withhold your peace?
Lord, take this cup from me, if it be your will.
(Letter #2,699)
Sorrow rains down upon me, upon the land. Can I yet laugh, sing, smile?
Tragedy creeps in upon me, will you withhold your peace?
Lord, take this cup from me, if it be your will.
(Letter #2,699)