Newsboys

Shine

Dull as dirt,
You can't assert,
The kind of light that might persuade a strict dictator to retire,
Fire the army, teach the poor origami.
The truth is in,
The proof is when,
You hear your heart start asking,
"What's my motivation?"

Try as you may,
There isn't a way,
To explain the kind of change,
That would make an Eskimo renounce fur,
That would make a vegetarian barbecue hamster.
Unless you can trace this about-face,
To a certain sign...


Shine,
Make 'em wonder what you've got,
Make 'em wish that they were not,
On the outside looking bored!
Shine
Let it shine before all men,
Let 'em see good works, and then,
Let 'em glorify the Lord!


Out of the shaker and onto the plate,
It isn't Karma,
It sure ain't fate,
That would make a Deadhead sell his van,
That would make a schizophrenic turn in his crayons.
Oprah freaks,
And science seeks a rationale,
That shall excuse this strange behavior.

When you let it shine,
You will inspire,
The kind of entire turn around,
That would make a bouncer take ballet,
(Even bouncers who aren't happy)...
But out of the glare,
With nowhere to turn,
You ain't gonna learn it on "What's My Line?"..


...SHINE....