The trees of the forest, mighty and tall,
Take root in the earth and reach toward their home.
Lofty trees point skyward, guiding us all.
Branches intertwine to form a great dome.

Each has a purpose and each has a name.
Each is a gift, remembered forever.
They grow towards Heav’n and help us do the same.
These trees provide strength which ceases never.

The brave tree called Faith grows above a Rock.
The tree called Hope is the hardest to climb.
A woodcutter called Sin swings his sharp block.
But he will not triumph, no not this time.

The great tree called Love, almighty and true,
Never fails to deliver us to You.