Sunday, January 31, 2010

Shine

Note: I didn't write this, but I sure as heck wish I did.

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, your heart starts 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 (no hamsters were hurt at production of these words). Unless you can trace this about-face to a certain sign:
Shine, make 'em wonder what you 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, 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 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, make 'em wonder what you 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.
This little light of mine: I'm gonna let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.

By: Newsboys with special participation of Veggie Tales.

Lotsa love, Jana

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