i want to be one of them...

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 often overwhelms me

but when I think of all who've gone before and lived the faithful life

their courage compells 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 Pharoh'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 sister 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 and kicking down the door 

I see the man of sorrows 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

"When the Saints" by Sara Groves