Most of my heroes are people who have little
All of my heroes are people who give
They are people i will very gladly follow
All because my heroes all know how to live
it is upward and inward, then outward, it seems they’re
always reaching
They value the small things they’ve been called to do
Most of my heroes are very simple people
All of my heroes look a lot like you
All of my heroes are rich in imperfection
All of my heroes are richer still in grace
They are people who are weak and bruised and broken
But they know somehow they’ll make it through the race
And if you brag on them like i’m trying to do
i can guess what they would say to you
Thanks a lot, and blush as if it’s just not true