And when you lose the way of living Like a fire that has grown cold And you hear the children singing Down an old familiar road And when you find the door is open Then you will see the fire is warm And when the word is softly spoken There will be shelter from the storm See how they love one another Joining their hand into hand Everyone turned to the Father Everyone part of His plan And when the song is slowly fading Like a gentle summer's rain And all the celebration's ending There is the peace that will remain And see how they love one another Joining their hand into hand Everyone turned to the Father Everyone part of His plan