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Be That Man
In 2005, I decided to go on the road and teach seminars (a story within itself). My very first seminar run took me to Louisiana and my second day of teaching was to be done in the city of Lafayette. I arrived to my hotel late in the evening of February 23, 2005. After checking in to my sleeping room, I went to preview my seminar room in preparation for the next day. As I opened the door and walked in, my view was drawn off to a dark corner to my left and my heart jumped. To my delighted astonishment, someone had left a beautiful black grand piano right there in my seminar room. I could hear workers in the back rooms going about their duties, but I could not resist to just sit down for a few minutes and play. So I did – tentative at first (I wasn’t sure if this was okay), but my confidence grew when I saw nobody came in to complain. I stayed sitting at that piano that night until well past midnight and, though the lyrics were not even being considered at that point, the music for this song is what came out that night.
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As I live my life, I need reminders, motivators. This mortal life can be rough sometimes. But deep inside I know a grand potential exists, a prisoner that awaits the chance to be set free and show me what my life is really meant to be. And yet, because this is mortality, I often allow the mortal experience to suppress and even conceal my immortal potential. I too often lose sight of the eternal goal that I set long before the current limits of my remembrance. The adversary persuades me to doubt myself and commit foolish errors that only serve to imprison that man that I once was and hope to become. I must find a way to release him again. The key is to completely submit my will to the will of my Heavenly Father. Neal A. Maxwell closed his final discourse by teaching us that “as you submit your wills to God, you are giving Him the only thing you can give Him that is truly yours to give.” These are the thoughts that were swirling in my mind when I began to write these lyrics during the summer of 2006. I wanted to remind myself to “Be That Man.”
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Be That Man
By Michael D. Squires
In my hand, there’s a key – a reminder of whom I can be,
Of why I’m here, how far I could go, if I’d just see
It’s a key to my soul, where I very seldom go
There sits a man, a prisoner, I need to know.
Use the key, let him out; hear the voices of heaven shout.
Watch and see what your life is meant to be.
Be that man, live that life, rise above this earthly strife.
Stand still, submit your will, watch and see.
I must join in the fight; I must serve with all my might,
‘Cause every soul has great worth in His sight.
But who am I to do those things? Can I cope with the burden it brings?
But my prisoner calls and I must answer his beckonings.
Find a way, let him out; hear the voices of heaven shout.
With help from above ---- you can.
Be that man, live that life, rise above this earthly strife.
Stand still, submit your will, be that man.
Start today, find a way, be that man.
Stand still, submit your will, be that man.
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