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Lord, I have a heavy burden Of all I've seen and known. 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 wanna be one of them Lord, it's all that I can carry Can I leave behind It all can overwhelm me But when I think of all who've gone before And lived the faithful life Their courage compels me And when I'm weary and overrun 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 sheperd, Moses, in the pharoah's court I hear his call of freedom for the people of the Lord And when the saints go marching in I wanna be one of them And when the saints go marching in I wanna be one of them I see the long, quiet walk along the underground railroad I see the slave awaken to the value of his 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 kickin down that door I see the man of sorrow and his long troubled road I see the world on his shoulders and my easy road And when the saints go marching in I wanna be one of them And when the saints go marching in I wanna be one of them I wanna be one of them I wanna be one of them I wanna be one of them |