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'd make an Eskimo renounce fur, that'd make a vegetarian barbecue hamster, 'less 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 and on to the plate,
It isn't Karma, it sure ain't fate that'd make a deadhead sell his van, that'd make a schizophrenic turn in his crayon,
Oprah freaks and science seeks a rationale that shall excuse this strange behaviour,
When you let it shine you will inspire the kind of entire turnaround that'd 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,
Shine.

Shine.

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,
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,
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
Shine.