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 he hangs on the air.
Be strong like the Rockies.
Be soft like a south breeze.
Be quick like the cougar as he bounds oér the ground.
Be brave like the grizzly.
Be tame like a 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.