Draw near. Draw near. I am leaning toward you, Lord, will you lean toward me?
Am I already enfolded in your arms?
Somehow, in the night, I became alone. Fever dreams.
Let me feel you with me today, Lord.
(Letter #2,848)
Draw near. Draw near. I am leaning toward you, Lord, will you lean toward me?
Am I already enfolded in your arms?
Somehow, in the night, I became alone. Fever dreams.
Let me feel you with me today, Lord.
(Letter #2,848)