Memories are like a rainbow,
Produced and perceived in a multitude of ways.
The best ones appear after a strong, scarring storm.
They fill your sky for overwhelming, tantalizing moments;
Arc across your vision with color so potent
No matter how you've become old and worn.
They gently appear or suddenly blaze
And fade as fast as they arrive.

When times get hard dear soul
lean on the power of God !
If stars refuse to shine then  
hold on to the light of Christ
and let Him illuminate, your path
Don't linger on your grief for too long  
for even rainbows disappear after rain  
Just believe in the power of His love  
and keep your eyes on the prize
heaven is for the brave ones like you
When times get hard dear one,
lean on the power of God !