As the Leaf Blows

As the leaf blows there and here So have we, my precious dear.

We’ve moved around From place to place

We’ve lived our dreams We’ve run our race

We’ve had our hurts And tragedy

We’ve left our friends And family

And here we are Back “home” again

Growing restless To here remain

The Gardener has for us a plan To live for Him and not for man.

Let’s plant our feet And grow some fruit

Let’s tend the growth Of these little shoots

You’re a means of grace To me each day

When I feared my heart Would give way

Many tears laid In our bed

As many fears grew In my head

Patiently you’ve prayed for me I‘ll not lose such memories.