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