ZEBRA-OF-THE-WILD

Black and white, no shade between, Running strong through grass so green. Every stripe, divinely placed, A walking wonder, heaven-laced. Not a copy, not the same, Each one bears a different name. The fingerprint of God is seen In every bold and silent sheen.

Oh, Maker of the plains and skies, You paint the earth with great designs. From mountain peaks to zebra's stride, You speak Your glory far and wide. The zebra moves with grace and pride A striped song sung where You abide. We worship You, great King on high, The God of all, the reason why.

He stays with kin, not on his own, For even wild hearts need a home. He listens close, alert, aware, A sentinel of love and care. Not built for war, but swift escape, His wisdom lies in agile shape. He does not roar, but yet survives By peace, by pace, by tribal lives.

Oh, Maker of the plains and skies, You paint the earth with great designs. From mountain peaks to zebra's stride, You speak Your glory far and wide. The zebra moves with grace and pride. A striped song sung where You abide. We worship You, great King on high, The God of all, the reason why.

Who gave him rhythm in his run? Who told him when to chase the sun? Not born from chaos, not by chance, He bears the marks of heaven's dance. Creation sings in hoof and breath A living verse that conquers death. And in his eyes, a tale unfolds: The Lord is near, the story told.

Don't blend to match what isn't true, Be bold in all God made in you. Stand out, stand firm, walk wild, walk wise Let purpose bloom beneath your skies. If God designed the zebra’s coat, Then surely He has made a note Of every heart that seeks His face, In wild or tame, in storm or grace.

Oh, Maker of the plains and skies, You paint the earth with great designs. From mountain peaks to zebra's stride, You speak Your glory far and wide. So let the lions, birds, and trees, And even zebras on their knees All lift a cry the world will hear: The Lord is God, forever near.