What work will merit rest, dear Lord? Can I exhale? Dare I?
Grant me peace, my constant friend. I have been too long a taut line.
Thy will be done.
(Letter #2,728)
What work will merit rest, dear Lord? Can I exhale? Dare I?
Grant me peace, my constant friend. I have been too long a taut line.
Thy will be done.
(Letter #2,728)