When the crowd moves left
and the world gets loud,
Stand as a beacon,
apart from the proud.
For a friend isn’t found
in a superficial phrase,
Or the fleeting applause
of a temporary craze.

For the blueprint of friendship
was drawn by a King,
Who gave up His throne
for the broken to sing.
To live like the Savior
is daring and bold,
It’s a fire inside
that refuses the cold.
It looks past the surface
to see what is true,
And asks,
“How can I serve?
What can I do?”
for you

To be a true brother,
a sister, a guide,
Is to choose to remain
when the others divide.
It’s a quiet resolve
in the heat of the day,
To watch what you think
and guard what you say.
It’s lifting the heavy,
defending the weak,
And holding your peace
when you’re tempted to speak.

For the blueprint of friendship
was drawn by a King,
Who gave up His throne
for the broken to sing.
To live like the Savior
is daring and bold,
It’s a fire inside
that refuses the cold.
It looks past the surface
to see what is true,
And asks,
“How can I serve?
What can I do?”
for you

It forgives the offense
when the anger feels right,
And steps out of darkness
to walk in the light.
You don’t need a stage
or a name in the lights,
To champion truth
and to stand for the right.

For the blueprint of friendship
was drawn by a King,
Who gave up His throne
for the broken to sing.
To live like the Savior
is daring and bold,
It’s a fire inside
that refuses the cold.
It looks past the surface
to see what is true,
And asks,
“How can I serve?
What can I do?”
for you

Just a heart that is solid,
a hand that is true,
Reflecting the grace
that was given to you.
So rise to the calling,
be faithful and brave—
Be the anchor of hope
that He originally gave.

For the blueprint of friendship
was drawn by a King,
Who gave up His throne
for the broken to sing.
To live like the Savior
is daring and bold,
It’s a fire inside
that refuses the cold.
It looks past the surface
to see what is true,
And asks,
“How can I serve?
What can I do?”
for you