These stirrings within, these nagging worries. What do they tell me? That more care is needed? That change is coming? That new heights await?
Let me walk this, your path, Lord, even with a drumming heart. Hold my hand as we walk.
(Letter #3,193)
These stirrings within, these nagging worries. What do they tell me? That more care is needed? That change is coming? That new heights await?
Let me walk this, your path, Lord, even with a drumming heart. Hold my hand as we walk.
(Letter #3,193)