tunesie tuesdays

lyrics that may, or may not, be repeating through my speakers this morning:

"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 cannot 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 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 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. 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 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."

"When the Saints": Sara Groves