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