Father, make me a rainbow, to bridge old and new;
Father, make me a gateway for many to come through.
Father, You are the sunlight in a very dark land;
Father, make me a prism held in your hand.
Father, I am the music, make me a lyre.
I am the kindling, Father, make me a fire.
Our voices blend now into one loving song;
The dream grows true now, beautiful-strong.
The dream grows true now, beautiful-strong.