Surrounded by distraction, let me sense my own breath, Lord.
Let me sense the ground underfoot.
Let me sense the fellows who crowd around.
Let me sense your grace that brought me here.
(Letter #3,783)
Surrounded by distraction, let me sense my own breath, Lord.
Let me sense the ground underfoot.
Let me sense the fellows who crowd around.
Let me sense your grace that brought me here.
(Letter #3,783)