Precious Little

Precious Little, precious few

Don't worry 'cause the majority

Doesn't think like you

You're one in a million

But not one of the crowd

Yet your whispered opinions

Speak so loud

Precious Little, precious few

Precious Little, precious few

Wide is the gate

And broad is the way

That leads to destruction

So many go astray

But straight is the gate

And narrow the way

That lead to life

And how will you find it

Who are they?

Precious Little, precious few

Precious Little, precious few

The words of the wise

Are heard in quiet

Moaning the cries of those who

Among the few

But who will be faithful?

Who will be true?

At the end of the day

Will stand by you?

Precious Little, precious few

Precious Little, precious few

Precious Little