I am so weak and i'm so tired
It's hard for me to
Find enough strength to feed the fires
That fuel my ego
And consequently all my pride
Has all but died
Which leaves me
Down on my knees
Back to the place i should've started from

Been beat up
Been broken down
Nowhere but up
When you're faced down
On the ground
I'm in last place
If i place at all
But there's hope for this underdog!
That's the way uh huh we like it
That's the way uh huh we like it
They call me the underdog!

I'm in this race to win a prize
The odds against me
The world has plans for my demise
What they don't see is
That the winner is not judge by his small size
But by the substitute he picks to
Run the race and mine's already won

Underdog.
I wince everytime I say the word.
Especially in connection with Jesus.
Yet as I read the birth stories about Jesus.
I can not help but conclude that although the world may be tilted toward the rich and powerful.
God, hallelujah in His mercy, is still on the side of the Underdog!