O Escolhido

Whoever looked at that young man out in the field
Tending his father's sheep, had no idea
That he had a glorious future ahead, what surprises God
Almighty had in store for him
He was a redhead but had a handsome face
Small but brave enough, he feared nothing
Faced bears and even lions
He played his harp with anointing and the evil fled

Come, Samuel, fill the flask with oil and come now
Because I have taken a liking to someone
And my hand is already upon him
Come, Samuel, from the house of Jesse the Bethlehemite
Because even if no one believes in him
It's David, my chosen one, to be King

Whoever sees you sitting on that bench
Forgotten and often humiliated
I know the thought, it doesn't matter
The place where God will put you
How much He will still exalt you, what He is capable of
Whoever looks at you with a suspicious gaze
Who doesn't believe that you were called by God
Will have to watch
See how much God will still use you
Whoever just throws stones at you
Will have to applaud you

Come, Samuel, fill the flask with oil and come now
Because I have taken a liking to someone
And my hand is already upon him
Come, Samuel, from the house of Jesse the Bethlehemite
Because even if no one believes in him
It's David, my chosen one, to be King

Come, Samuel, fill the flask with oil and come now
Because I have taken a liking to someone
And my hand is already upon him
Come, Samuel, from the house of Jesse the Bethlehemite
Because even if no one believes in him
It's David, my chosen one, to be King

Whoever looked at that young man out in the field
Tending his father's sheep, had no idea