
Roots in soil, shoots pressing upward. I am green grasses. Does the wheat have a plan? It simply grows.
Let me follow your lead, Lord, as I grow.
(Letter #2,854)

Roots in soil, shoots pressing upward. I am green grasses. Does the wheat have a plan? It simply grows.
Let me follow your lead, Lord, as I grow.
(Letter #2,854)
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