The Brook


The babbling little brook

It’s right the water it took

To keep it's running look

The camper will soon cook

Maybe a fish on a hook

And hang it from the crook.


Take some water and drink

Helps the mind to think

Waterfall goes over the brink

What beauty of God’s link

Thank God will help us not to sink

In the brook filled with sinful stink.


Way up on the mountaintop

The white snow has left a drop

And each one joins the other drop

Then they help to feed the crop

On the tree the Lord has made a knop

And on the ground it will stop.