When rainbows lose their color
And the sun forgets to shine
And the world stops revolving,
The spirit's ever lifting and never looks behind.

Pass the spirit slowly
Move ever closer to the shore
But always be aware
Others passed this way before.

They took no notice of the Master
As he humbly sat before
And when He walked they chose to mock Him
As He stood before the door.

So know my child who loves me
That they will deny Him twice more,
Yet history will recall those
Who walked along the shore.