Is this a day of celebration, Lord? Or of waiting?
The sun rises no matter the doings — and no way to know the shape of the day until it is formed.
Let me seek your will even at a gray dawn, Lord.
(Letter #3,960)
Is this a day of celebration, Lord? Or of waiting?
The sun rises no matter the doings — and no way to know the shape of the day until it is formed.
Let me seek your will even at a gray dawn, Lord.
(Letter #3,960)