I sit by a high lakeside, scanning the distance for feats to perform. I seek a quest.
Yet your words to me: sit still, and receive.
Let me prepare myself, Lord, for your grace. Let me let you come to me.
(Letter #3408)
I sit by a high lakeside, scanning the distance for feats to perform. I seek a quest.
Yet your words to me: sit still, and receive.
Let me prepare myself, Lord, for your grace. Let me let you come to me.
(Letter #3408)