Well, the day has just begun
And I'm already running late
With too many irons in the fire
And too much on my plate
I'd be pulling out my hair
If I could just get one hand free
And I'd stop this world
If I could find the key
What I feel
Is telling me I'm going crazy
But what is real
Says God's still on His throne
What I need
Is to remember one thing:
That the Lord of the gentle breeze
Is Lord of the rough and tumble
And He is the King of the jungle
People say this world's a jungle
And sometimes I must admit
I'd be scared to death
If I did not know who was king of it
But the truth is God created
This whole world with His own hand
So everything is under His command, and...
What I feel
Is telling me this world's gone crazy
But what is real
Says God's still on His throne
What I need
Is to remember one thing:
That the Lord of the gentle breeze
Is Lord of the rough and tumble
And He is the King of the jungle
K-i-n-g of the j-u-n-g-l-e
He's king of creation
K-i-n-g of the j-u-n-g-l-e
Ruler of all of the sky and the sea
K-i-n-g of the j-u-n-g-l-e
He's always in control
K-i-n-g of the j-u-n-g-l-e
He is the King of kings
K-i-n-g of the j-u-n-g-l-e
He's sitting on the throne
K-i-n-g of the j-u-n-g-l-e
He is the King of kings
