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.