What does it mean, Lord, to live with you? To dwell at length?
My thoughts keep churning and churning, taking me away and away. Is this what rebellion looks like?
Let me simply rest here, protected in your arms.
(Letter #3,941)
What does it mean, Lord, to live with you? To dwell at length?
My thoughts keep churning and churning, taking me away and away. Is this what rebellion looks like?
Let me simply rest here, protected in your arms.
(Letter #3,941)