King of the Jungle

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