By the lakeside, a throng. They hungry, cold. Me strong, able.
The ones who need, let me offer. The ones who fear, let me soothe.
When I need, Lord, grant me strength. Today, though, let me stand as a light.
(Letter #2,732)
By the lakeside, a throng. They hungry, cold. Me strong, able.
The ones who need, let me offer. The ones who fear, let me soothe.
When I need, Lord, grant me strength. Today, though, let me stand as a light.
(Letter #2,732)