Many are called

Many are called . . . . .

Many are called but few stand up

To form that special line

To put themselves where people count

The right place at the right time

I'm not the brave

I'm not the strong

I'm not the hero kind

But give me your grace

And the time and the place

That I can make my stand

Many are called yet few stand up

Have we forgotten how to hear

That voice that speaks within our hearts

That we should hold so dear

I'm not the brave . . . .

Many are caled yet few stand up

Yet no-one stands alone

For Faith and Hope and True Belief

Will make us all as one