The spirit of a lonely crowd
A man with such a glow
The love of ages come to one
Whose skin is white as snow.
A man who is all pure and just
Who always keeps things steady
Who brings the one who’s down back up
And now as later ready
Can’t guarantee to see the day
That comes slowly the morrow
One who is always cheery-eyed
Lest all else fill with sorrow
One who has secrets testify
And pass above require
Into the Heaven’s Pearly Gates
Be him to strum the lyre
With God and man on left and right
The one who treads before us
Then us follow the footsteps of
Should pity than adore us
You cant watch o’er him all the time
But I know someone who can
Be not afraid, young child, you see,
It’s in His master plan.