Bethlehem

I am the last in line, an obvious dull
A reject, treated like a cur
An underdog of sorts
Times like these I have right to think:
"So where does my worth come from?"
'Cause I don't really see it

Let those who have ears, now hear:
Praise! Praise!
For our God looks down,
The Ancient Of Days judges heart
He scours the earth to see
Who will play the part
Fear not and keep walking
Keep your gaze fixed on Him

So where does my worth come from?
Not from the eyes of man, not even from my dad
My lack of strength and repentance says, "I need you now."

Jehovah! Only the fool says
You could not ever be true
Because You see my hands,
Dirty from work, filthy from sin
And what do I bring to this covenant?
I could never hope to bring anything

So I will remember this day,
The day You anointed me king
I will remember this day
I will, I definitely will

I will trust in You, my God
And I will live Your discipline
Even if You make me wait forty years.