Wind gusts across the field at dawn, and a lone figure struggles.
That was me; now I am warm at a window.
Shall I trade places with the walker? Go to help?
Let me stir from my comfort, Lord. You gave me strength for a purpose.
(Letter #3,381)
Daily Letters to God
Wind gusts across the field at dawn, and a lone figure struggles.
That was me; now I am warm at a window.
Shall I trade places with the walker? Go to help?
Let me stir from my comfort, Lord. You gave me strength for a purpose.
(Letter #3,381)