Sunday, November 13, 2022

I come to you, Lord, seeking relief, yet you offer bounty of myriad sorts.

Face I trial? You are my defender.

Face I penury? You provide.

Face I woe? You are a balm.

Face I enemies? You upend the field of battle.

Never do I expect the form your gifts do take. Let me live in happy expectation of sweet rescue.

Let me live in expectation of your peace.

(Letter #2,714)