I glimpse a corner of you at dawn, and the selfish pieces of me shrivel and wilt.
Remake me, Lord. The loss of what I was before may bring pain, but the sun warms my limbs. I am eager.
Let me walk your way.
(Letter #2,894)
I glimpse a corner of you at dawn, and the selfish pieces of me shrivel and wilt.
Remake me, Lord. The loss of what I was before may bring pain, but the sun warms my limbs. I am eager.
Let me walk your way.
(Letter #2,894)