If the Tree is the lord,

Where the birds come to rest,

Of compassion for our kind,

Is born the soul of mankind;

For the children of the world,

For them a better world to live,

They were the inspiration,

For them, the effort was made.

What is the future that is desired?

What is the path to be followed?

The grace of god is for those,

Who are in doubt,

So that they may follow,

Upon the path laid down.

The grace of god is for the children,

They are the innocent,

The grace of god is for the devout,

They are the pure of heart.

We were busy in our thoughts,

We were tardy on the way,

Lo and behold!

The future has come in our midst.

The garden of grace

Is nourished by faith and hope,

But for the acts of men to blossom,

And to bear fruit,

They must conform to the will divine.