Now when I was just a little child
Enrolled in elementary school
That big 'ol teacher

Would ask me a question
And I'd sit there
Trembling like a fool

So I asked my daddy,
I said, What's wrong with me?
He said, Son, if you know the answer

This is how it's got to be
He said
CHORUS:

You've got to stand up
And be counted
You've got to raise your hand

And let them call your name
You've got to stand up
If you want to be counted

Lift your voice
And don't ever be ashamed
The next day at school

The teacher asked a question
And she shot a look my way
And I stood right up

And I said, Teacher
There's something
That I've got to say

You know the grass below is green
And the sky above is blue
And Columbus found this country

In 1492

You need to stand up

And be counted
You've got to raise your hand
And just let them call your name

You've got to stand up
If you want to be counted
Lift your voice

And don't ever be ashamed
Now I believe the Lord
He's looking for someone

Who's gonna stand up
For the Church
And he wants you to stand up

On the street
And where you go to school
And where you go to work

And in a world filled with darkness
That's surrounded by the night
Someone needs to stand up for Jesus

And start to shine that Light
We need to stand up
And be counted

We need to raise our hands
And start to praise His matchless Name
We need to stand up

If we want to be counted
Lift your voice
And don't ever, ever, ever

Be ashamed-