My faith is my own, it is my treasure.
In the loneliness of life it spurs me on.
On my forward march it is my measure
by which all progress may be shown.
No longer will I fear the censure
of sceptics, friend and foe alike.
Harsh blows and words may weather
me, but never stop my hike.
On and on, till I lie peaceful in the ground,
my faith will ever lead me down life's winding path.
My Heaven here on this mortal Earth I've found.
I will live and love it till my very last.