Dull as dirt,
You can't assert
The kinda 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 is no way
To explain the kinda change

That'd make an eskimo renounce fur
That'd make a vegetarian barbeque hamster
Unless you can trace this about-face to a certain Sign

Shine.
Make'em wonder whatcha 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 geeks
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 are unhappy
But out of the glare

With nowhere to turn
You ain't gonna learn it on "What's my Line?"

Shine.
Make'em wonder whatcha 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.

Shine.

Copyright: CAPITOL CHRISTIAN MUSIC GROUP, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): PETER FURLER, STEVE TAYLOR