On a bare plane, wind whipped and bright sun at noon: let me come face to face with myself, see myself with truth.
You have given me nowhere to hide, Lord, that I may see more clearly.
Thank you, Lord, for truth.
(Letter #4001)
Daily Letters to God
On a bare plane, wind whipped and bright sun at noon: let me come face to face with myself, see myself with truth.
You have given me nowhere to hide, Lord, that I may see more clearly.
Thank you, Lord, for truth.
(Letter #4001)