Faith Is Like A Lily, Lifted High

Where Innocent Bright-eyes Daisies Are With Blades Of Grass Between, Each Daisy Stands Up Like A Star Out Of A Sky Of Green.

Were There No God, We Would Be In This Glorious World With Grateful Hearts, And No One To Thank.

What Is The Beginning? Love. What Is The Course. Love Still. What The Goal. The Goal Is Love.

The City Mouse Lives In A House, The Garden Mouse Lives In A Bower

Flowers Preach To Us If We Will Hear.