She bent the twig
Towards home,
Toward simple pleasures
And a firelight's glow;
She bent the twig
Toward Truth
And courage for the paths
Where Truth must go;
She bent the twig
Toward Love
To lift the hearts of those
Who only plod;
And when the tempest raged
Her tree stood firm - For gently
She had bent the twig
Toward God.