At the end of the rainbow there is no pot of gold,
But much,much more than mere mind can behold.
When God sends the clouds to shower the land
Colored ribbons stretch out from His loving hands.
look toward Heaven heed the vivid bow,
It stands for a promise,God made it to Noah.
He will never by flood destroy mankind,
God sealed that promise,the bow is His sign.
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