Daystar

You are the one true GodDaystar
Your glory fills the air.
Throughout our lives You guide our paths
And fill our hearts with Your care
So shall we sing Your praise

(Chorus)
You’re the Messiah
The shining daystar
Your presence lights the morning
Lingers through ‘setting sun
Our praises we send up to Your throne
Our Daystar, precious Morning Star

Our souls delight in Your
Inside believers’ hearts
There is a well flowing over with comfort
Springing forth from You
So shall we lift up Your name

(Chorus)
You’re the Messiah
The shining daystar
Your presence lights the morning
Lingers through ‘setting sun
Our praises we send up to Your throne
Our Daystar, precious Morning Star

(Bridge)
Daystar, brightness of the morning
Daystar, shining through the night
Daystar, brightness of the morning
Daystar, showing us the light

(Chorus)
Our Daystar, Daystar,
Daystar, precious Morning Star

LISTEN TO THE ORIGINAL SONG – click here  (This is an mp3 file that will most likely need to be downloaded from a Dropbox folder/account.  Please notify of broken links.)

Lyrics ©1986 Kat Kreations/Kathi Isbell. Set to music by Steve Ross.
Performed by Daystar 85-86 St. Louis Christian College ensemble.

Daystar-Summer85

Daystar summer team

Daystar-Fall85

Daystar in the fall semester

Daystar during the spring semester

Daystar during the spring semester

You Give Food a Bad Taste

(to the tune of Bon Jovi’s “You Give Love a Bad Name”)chef

A balanced meal is all we ask
You promised nutrition
But we end up with gas
Fat and starch got a hold on me
I gained ten pounds immediately

Oh, Oh, you’ve a loaded bun
Oh, Oh, there’s nowhere to run
No one can save me
The damage is done

Pain in the gut
And you’re to blame
You give food a bad taste (bad taste)
You slap this stuff on my plate
You give food a bad taste (bad taste)

Step in line; make your choice
If it should’ve been dry
Surely now it’s real moist
Don’t wear sweats or tank shirt
In Tony’s place, or your name is dirt

Oh, Oh, you’ve a loaded bun
Oh, Oh, there’s nowhere to run
No one can save us
The damage is done

Pain in the gut
And you’re to blame
You give food a bad taste (bad taste)
You slap this stuff on our plates
You give food a bad taste (bad taste)

Lyrical parody written in “honor” of Tony, the former cafeteria cook, at St. Louis Christian College
© 1986 Kat Kreations/Kathi Isbell