Move me to where you would have me.
I am a leaf in wind. The slightest gust will send me away.
Eventually the leaf comes to rest in a pile with its fellows.
Let me come to rest, Lord.
(Letter #2,589)
Move me to where you would have me.
I am a leaf in wind. The slightest gust will send me away.
Eventually the leaf comes to rest in a pile with its fellows.
Let me come to rest, Lord.
(Letter #2,589)