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 I think of all who've gone before them and lived the 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 Pharaohs 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 at 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 mans side

I see the young girl huddled on the brothel floor

I see the man with a passion come and 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