Monday, February 20, 2023

When I face woe, you comfort me.

Is this all I can expect? All I dare ask? I may be soothed, but the troubles remain.

Or are you true supply, Lord? Where I stand against deprivation, or arrayed warriors, you not only strengthen my spine but move events.

O! I long to watch as you heap treasure in the storehouse. You do more than simply place a smile on my face.

Thy will be done, Lord.

(Letter #2,793)