Chill in the air, what could warm me on this open plain?
Your sweet words whispered, your guiding hand in mind.
Protected, warmed by grace and love.
Let me be worthy of the day, Lord.
(Letter #3,372)
Daily Letters to God
Chill in the air, what could warm me on this open plain?
Your sweet words whispered, your guiding hand in mind.
Protected, warmed by grace and love.
Let me be worthy of the day, Lord.
(Letter #3,372)