When the Saints

Lord I have a heavy burden of all
I've seen and know
It's more than
I can handle
But your word is burning like a fire shut up in my bones and
I can't let it go
And when I'm weary and overwrought with so many battles left unfought
I think of
Paul and Silas in the prison yard
I hear their song of freedom rising to the stars
And when the
Saints go marching in
I want to be one of them
Lord it's all that
I can't carry and cannot leave behind
It all can overwhelm me
But when I think of all who've gone before and lived a faithful life
Their courage compels me
And when I'm weary and overwrought with so many battles left unfought
I think of
Paul and Silas in the prison yard
I hear their song of freedom rising to the stars
I see the shepherd
Moses in the
Pharaoh's court
I hear his call for freedom for the people of the
Lord And when the
Saints go marching in
I want to be one of them
And when the
Saints go marching in
I want to be one of them
I see the long quiet walk along the
Underground
Railroad I see the slave awakening to the value of her soul
I see the young missionary and the angry spear
I see his family returning with no trace of fear
I see the long hard shadows of
Calcutta nights
I see the sisters standing by the dying man's side
I see the young girl huddled on the brothel floor
I see the man with a passion come kicking down that door
I see the man of sorrow and his long troubled road
I see the world on his shoulders and my easy load
And when the
Saints go marching in
I want to be one of them
And when the
Saints go marching in
I want to be one of them
I want to be one of them
I want to be one of them
I want to be one of them