The wind blows over my shelter; chaos spreads among the folk.
Before I can cry out, you show me the direction to walk. How to repair the damage. I know my duties before I ask.
Lord, thank you for what you tell me. Let me listen.
(Letter #1,863)
The wind blows over my shelter; chaos spreads among the folk.
Before I can cry out, you show me the direction to walk. How to repair the damage. I know my duties before I ask.
Lord, thank you for what you tell me. Let me listen.
(Letter #1,863)
