an ordinary person is extraordinary to God

an acoustic guitar, mixed vocals, mild percussion, in storytelling fashion

(Verse 1: Bezalel)
In the shadow of the mountain, where the desert winds blow,
Was a man named Bezalel, with a spirit all aglow.
Not a priest or a king, but a worker in the wood,
Carving gold and weaving linen as only he could.
He built the Ark of the Covenant where the glory would dwell,
An artist for the Altar, with a story to tell—
That beauty is a calling and craftsmanship is grace,
Bringing heaven’s own patterns to a dusty, earthly place.
(Chorus)
One built the beauty, one spoke the truth,
One risked her life in the days of her youth.
Unsung in the shadows, but great in His sight,
Turning the ordinary into eternal light.
(Verse 2: Micaiah)
Four hundred prophets shouted what the King wanted to hear,
But Micaiah stood alone, fueled by holy fear.
"Tell me only the good," Ahab demanded with a frown,
But Micaiah saw the vision of the kingdom falling down.
He chose a cold prison cell over a comfortable lie,
Pointing to the heavens while the world passed him by.
A voice for the honest when the truth was out of style,
Walking the narrow road for every weary mile.
(Chorus)
One built the beauty, one spoke the truth,
One risked her life in the days of her youth.
Unsung in the shadows, but great in His sight,
Turning the ordinary into eternal light.
(Verse 3: Puah)
Before the sea was parted or the plagues began to fall,
Puah stood against the crown, answering a higher call.
A midwife in Egypt when the decree was "none shall live,"
She chose to be a healer with a life to give.
She defied a Pharaoh’s shadow to let the children breathe,
Sowing seeds of a nation that the world would soon receive.
A quiet revolution in a tiny, birthing room,
She saved the future's promise from the darkness of the tomb.
(Chorus)
One built the beauty, one spoke the truth,
One risked her life in the days of her youth.
Unsung in the shadows, but great in His sight,
Turning the ordinary into eternal light.
(Verse 4: The Ordinary)
You don’t need a crown or a name in the lights,
To be the one who stands for the holy and the right.
It’s in the way you create, in the honest words you speak,
In the courage that you find to protect the small and weak.
The Book isn’t finished, the ink is still wet,
On the lives of the faithful we haven't met yet.
For the Master of the Vineyard sees the work that you do,
And the next great story might be written through you.
(Outro)
It's us in the kitchen, it's us on the street,
The spirit is moving in the people we meet.
Not for the fame, but for the love we show,
We are the hidden heroes that the Father will know.
Yeah, the Father will know.

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(Verse 1: Bezalel) In the shadow of the mountain, where the desert winds blow, Was a man named Bezalel, with a spirit all aglow. Not a priest or a king, but a worker in the wood, Carving gold and weaving linen as only he could. He built the Ark of the Covenant where the glory would dwell, An artist for the Altar, with a story to tell— That beauty is a calling and craftsmanship is grace, Bringing heaven’s own patterns to a dusty, earthly place. (Chorus) One built the beauty, one spoke the truth, One risked her life in the days of her youth. Unsung in the shadows, but great in His sight, Turning the ordinary into eternal light. (Verse 2: Micaiah) Four hundred prophets shouted what the King wanted to hear, But Micaiah stood alone, fueled by holy fear. "Tell me only the good," Ahab demanded with a frown, But Micaiah saw the vision of the kingdom falling down. He chose a cold prison cell over a comfortable lie, Pointing to the heavens while the world passed him by. A voice for the honest when the truth was out of style, Walking the narrow road for every weary mile. (Chorus) One built the beauty, one spoke the truth, One risked her life in the days of her youth. Unsung in the shadows, but great in His sight, Turning the ordinary into eternal light. (Verse 3: Puah) Before the sea was parted or the plagues began to fall, Puah stood against the crown, answering a higher call. A midwife in Egypt when the decree was "none shall live," She chose to be a healer with a life to give. She defied a Pharaoh’s shadow to let the children breathe, Sowing seeds of a nation that the world would soon receive. A quiet revolution in a tiny, birthing room, She saved the future's promise from the darkness of the tomb. (Chorus) One built the beauty, one spoke the truth, One risked her life in the days of her youth. Unsung in the shadows, but great in His sight, Turning the ordinary into eternal light. (Verse 4: The Ordinary) You don’t need a crown or a name in the lights, To be the one who stands for the holy and the right. It’s in the way you create, in the honest words you speak, In the courage that you find to protect the small and weak. The Book isn’t finished, the ink is still wet, On the lives of the faithful we haven't met yet. For the Master of the Vineyard sees the work that you do, And the next great story might be written through you. (Outro) It's us in the kitchen, it's us on the street, The spirit is moving in the people we meet. Not for the fame, but for the love we show, We are the hidden heroes that the Father will know. Yeah, the Father will know.

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