Letra de 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