My one salvation is You.
Not work, or food, or sleep, or emotion. Not my own cunning. I certainly feel the tug to be very savvy and impressive, these days. To control anything I can lay my hands on. Tomorrow is the Sabbath. Please let me swallow all Your rain. And receive Your discipline, as well as Your abundant love.
Not work, or food, or sleep, or emotion. Not my own cunning. I certainly feel the tug to be very savvy and impressive, these days. To control anything I can lay my hands on. Tomorrow is the Sabbath. Please let me swallow all Your rain. And receive Your discipline, as well as Your abundant love.
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