Sunday, July 24, 2022

All these ways, supply already at the ready prior to need.

I stumble; your hand supports my back.

My strength gives out; there is a bench.

My throat is dry and my voice breaks; I am standing already by an oasis of cool water.

I wait for rescue, yet you already have placed by me all I need. I see it only when need forces open my eyes.

Let me awaken sooner, Lord.

(Letter #2,692)