Amon

PRAISE THE LORD MY SPIRIT

WHO AM I?

THE WORST, MAN OF NO CLASS DETERMINED TO SUBMIT

HUMBLED, ONLY TO EAT OF THE CRUMBS FALLING FROM MY MASTERS TABLE

NEVER TO DREAM, NOT TO HOPE FOR A NEW DAWN

 

BUT NOW, ONLY NOW, HAVE THE TABLES TURNED

OUT OF DUST, OUT OF A DUNGHILL, I AM RAISED 

LIKE A BARREN WOMAN IS MADE A JOYFUL MOTHER

THE LORD BESTOWS FAVOR AND HONOR

 

IN HIM I WAS CHOSEN 

FOR MY REJOICING HAS COME IN THE MORNING

HAVING BEEN PREDESTINED IN ACCORDANCE TO HIS PLAN AND WILL

HE HAS SATISFIED THE NEEDS OF MY SUN-SCORCHED LAND

 

I\'M ONLY HUMBLED TO BE FAVORED, NOT DESERVEDLY

I DO, BUT THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO DO EVEN BETTER

PEOPLE AS HONEST AS THE DAY IS LONG

VERY LOYAL LIKE THEY ARE ROYAL

 

THEY ARE WISE LIKE THEY COME FROM THE EAST

WELL INFORMED CONFIDENT MEN

PEOPLE WHOSE EVERY FACULTY IS A MERIT

HUMANS SO WORTHY OF EVERYTHING THAT I DESERVE NOTHING

 

THIS IS NOT BY MIGHTY NOR BY POWER

HE JUST HAS ESTABLISHED MY NAME TO MAKE IT GREATER

I AM LIFTED BY THE SPIRIT AND BY GRACE

AND THIS IS THE GIFT OF GOD THAT I RISE.