His table is laid but the elephant is afraid And what is he so afraid of? He is afraid of change Apparently inherently I find kind of strange Though once I was no stranger to the danger of this fear But I learned through change the only constant now and here That how to be is growing knowing all will be all right Sure as night comes after day then day comes after night The elephant is afraid now how his bed is made When some things are unchanging some becoming as they must Is when we learn the difference between iron and rust +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXIII