The river runs without a sound Through valleys deep through fertile ground It does not rush it does not bound Yet it carves the earth with strength profound Each gentle drop though weak alone Together builds a steady tone In their persistence the truth is shown: The greatest force is quietly grown The fleeting storm will rage and fall But the flowing stream outlasts it all Its patient steps may seem so small But time reveals their mighty call So like the river steady and sure Through lifes great trials we must endure For in the flow the heart is pure And through its path all things mature