Cliff edge: what buoys me?
Wind, up from the valley on my face. What heights! All this way up, my slow pace brought me here.
Walking with you, Lord.
Thank you for these heights.
(Letter #3,927)
Cliff edge: what buoys me?
Wind, up from the valley on my face. What heights! All this way up, my slow pace brought me here.
Walking with you, Lord.
Thank you for these heights.
(Letter #3,927)