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?"
And 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 turnaround that would make a bounder take ballet. But out of the glare with nowhere to turn you ain’t gonna learn it on "What’s my line?
Shine, make em wonder what you’ve got,
make em wish that they were not on the outside looking bored,
Shine. Let is shine before all men, Let em see good works; and then let em glorify the Lord
by Peter Furier-recorded by DC Talk