You make a way for me through the brush; you pour water down upon me when I thirst.
You have always been there, whether I saw or no.
Standing still, rooted feet, as the breeze blows let me feel you around me.
Always there.
(Letter #3,801)
Daily Letters to God
You make a way for me through the brush; you pour water down upon me when I thirst.
You have always been there, whether I saw or no.
Standing still, rooted feet, as the breeze blows let me feel you around me.
Always there.
(Letter #3,801)