You are the first thought of my day. How quickly You fade into the background, covered over by my busyness. I struggle to hold Your hand and walk with You as the day grows, time attacks me, I grapple to regain my hold. I can find no rest from this…
You are the first thought of my day. How quickly You fade into the background, covered over by my busyness. I struggle to hold Your hand and walk with You as the day grows, time attacks me, I grapple to regain my hold. I can find no rest from this…