Through The Wilderness
Mikaela Carrillo
But I cry to you for help, Lord;
in the morning my prayer comes before you.
Why, Lord, do you reject me
and hide your face from me?
Psalm 88:13-14 (NIV)
Where the land is not sown
And the wind blows not,
The ground is rough-going
And the air is too hot,
Where the land cries out
And the enemy mocks,
I weep and call out,
“Where is my rock?”
Mikaela Carrillo is a junior concentrating in Public Health
To the Greenhouse, Kathy Luo '19
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