Walk facing the sun. You will never see
the shadows behind chasing you with glee.
The sun’s rays dazzle, glistening gaily,
shining for you … me—ever so gently—
don’t run!
Walk softly, have fun! Ne’er run from danger--
turn your back to flee; won’t see deaths’ swagger.
Back away slowly … angels serenely
surround the faithful, protect completely;
it’s done.
Ramble on, folks stun; hold your head up high.
You are a child of the Man in the sky.
Though you were once wild, you’ve a reward due.
You turned around, to your Father been true --
love won.

Walk gently, my child, firstborn, only Son;
you found your way … when all was said and done.
Never again will you feel misery
and, soon, together my son … we will be;
it’s done.

Walk gently and wait at the gate … for me.
Walk softly, don’t run.