There is a little brook,a lazy stream,
that through the meadow flows,
ever onward, never ceasing,
ne're a care for where she goes.

Serenity

Though winters frosty breath has blown
great branches in her midst,
mossy stepping stones tossed hither,
yet without care, she doth persist.

Fortitude

Thirst is quenched by Flora and Fawn,
these she nourishes at her breast.
So she nurtures all to flourish.
giving herself, ne'er doth she rest

Love

and when the rains, they do cease,
though her banks be parched and dry,
and but a meager stream be left,
soon filled by April showers sky.

Hope

So the effects of God's great Love
are ever faithful and true.
If we but have the eyes to see,
that all he promises, He will do.

Faith