I chase after the birds, only never to catch them.
Sitting still as a bush, some may alight on my limbs.
Let me be still; that what I strive for may come to me.
Thank you, Lord.
(Letter #3,371)
I chase after the birds, only never to catch them.
Sitting still as a bush, some may alight on my limbs.
Let me be still; that what I strive for may come to me.
Thank you, Lord.
(Letter #3,371)