Faith is made of sturdy stuff
 It doesn’t bend or break or rust
  It dares walk on wind and waves
   It shan’t forget to watch His face

Fear is made of evil stuff
 It doesn’t love or laugh or trust
  Never moving past the grave
   Hiding joy beneath the dust

Hope is made of hearty stuff
 It doesn’t run or stop or quit 
  Much too strong to just give up
   Keeping flames of faith alit

Hate is made of filthy stuff
 It doesn’t heal or help the hurt
  Over time it just gets worse
   Making pain grow in reverse

Love is made of potent stuff
 Ever-changing hardened hearts
  It’s tenacious, always tough
   Holding on because it must

Lust is made of feeble stuff
 Formed in muck of wicked minds
  Etched on hands drenched in blood
   Heartless, sinful, ugly, gruff

Joy is made of ardent stuff
 It changes not with passing whims
  Nor falls apart when skies grow dim
   Always faithful, full of love