| Once upon a time, in churches of old
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| The Velcro age had yet to unfold
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| Flannel was king and Sunday School knew
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| How to make those Bible heroes, stick like glue
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| How to make 'em stick with you
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| Flannel graph lions, mounted and mean
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| The Prophet Daniel in between
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| Head toward heaven, sturdy and true
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| A man of God who did not fear the gods of men
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| He didn’t fear the lion’s den
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| Every age at every stage
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| Lions rage
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| Pray, stand your ground
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| They’ll lie down
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| Dumb struck, I was shaken and stirred
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| He wouldn’t kowtow, he kept God’s word
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| Teacher said, «Son, this could be you
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| If you put your trust in God and not the praise of men
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| You won’t fear the lion’s den»
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| And if we play by lion’s rules
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| We start lionizing fools
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| God wrote the book, He’ll fortify
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| And like the eagles we will fly
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| We’re gonna fly
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| Late one night in a fever dream
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| The Prophet Daniel came to me
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| «Sir,"I said, «I've lost my nerve
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| I lip serve God and put my faith in Godless men
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| I fear the lion’s den»
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| Then he said, «Who says I’m not a feline-phobe?
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| Who says I wasn’t ready to wet my robe?
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| Faith is tough, boy, but God gives grace
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| So take deep breath, head up, set your face like flint
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| And stop being a wimp» |