But I am rich! My Father
owns the cattle on a thousand hills!
You think I'm unimportant,
for I have no earthly claim to fame.
But GOD, the maker of the universe,
knows me, and calls my name!
and He feeds my soul with living bread.
He gently binds my wounds,
even counts the hairs upon my head.
and could never pay Salvation's price,
God's Precious Lamb died in my place,
and thus became my sacrifice.