Bright sun, a gentle dawn. The garden calls, with its need for tending and care.
Am I your garden, Lord, needy and beautiful?
Prune and cut back where you will, Lord, and ready me for growth.
(Letter #3,782)
Bright sun, a gentle dawn. The garden calls, with its need for tending and care.
Am I your garden, Lord, needy and beautiful?
Prune and cut back where you will, Lord, and ready me for growth.
(Letter #3,782)