The night was fraught; dawn brings a new outlook.
Yesterday is buried; today lives on.
The sun shines on fresh soil.
Can I live, Lord, like the day, perpetually new?
(Letter #4051)
The night was fraught; dawn brings a new outlook.
Yesterday is buried; today lives on.
The sun shines on fresh soil.
Can I live, Lord, like the day, perpetually new?
(Letter #4051)