Be Like the King
Morning is lifting; young skies are yawning;
Brown earth is warming; it's touching the sun.
Tender is new life of blue bells and aspen.
God touches softly the children of spring.
Mountains are laughing; clear brooks are splashing;
The earth is just breathing; it's longing to grow.
Listen so carefully; God will then teach thee
A song for all His children to sing:
Be young like a new dawn;
Be clear like a bird song;
Be deep like a canyon as it reaches below.
Be pure like a stream clear;
Be proud like a stag deer;
Yet bend like a willow with its roots in the ground.
Be fresh like a rainbow;
Be still like the moon glow;
Be high like the eagle as she hangs on the air.
Be strong like the Rockies;
Be soft like a south breeze;
Be quick like the cougar as he bounds o'er the ground.
Be brave like the grizzly;
Be tame like the fruit tree;
Be true like the sunlight as it floats in the sky.
God made his cathedral
To lift all His people;
He wants all His singers to be like the King,
To be like the King.
© Allen Hackworth 2000