The Last Leaves

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The last leaves on a barren tree

Weep for all they have lost,
But still they cling to hopeful joy,
However they are tossed.
For they know that, though they despair,
God holds them in His hand
And when the storm winds rip them free
He’ll bring them safe to land.