Music Notes

"Lord, I have a heavy burden of all I’ve seen and know

Its 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

Chorus:

And when the Saints go marching in

I want to be one of them

Lord, its all that I can’t carry and cannot leave behind

It all can overwhelm me

But when I think of all who’ve gone before and lived a 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 Pharaoh’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 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 that door

I see the man of sorrow and his long troubled road

I see the world on His shoulders and and my easy load

                                                       
And when the Saints go marching in
I want to be one of them"
               -By Sara Groves

Whenever I hear this song, I find myself lifted up, past the troubles of today and the worries of tomorrow as I think of all the hardships those before me have endured. Yet, for as much as the courage and preserverance of others drives me on and encourages me in my struggles, I see something greater -- no, Someone greater Who is orchestrating the song of the stars, the bright new beginnings broken people are longing for, the fullness of Salvation's power throughout the generations.....  

I see the King of glory leave the splendour of His throne

I see the One who took my sin and bore it as His own

I see the Man who was sinless in a sin-filled world

I see the One to whom angry fists and words where hurled

I see the Lamb of silence wear a crown of thorns

I see Him plead my forgiveness as the jeering crowd scorns

I see the Father’s anger and the Son’s obedience

I see the alter open as in two the veil rents

I see the earth quake as finally the battle’s won

I see the world plunged in darkness so I can go on

And when I'm weary and overwrought
With so many battles left unfought
I think of Jesus vict'ry over Satan's hand
I hear the shout "He's risen!" echo through the land

And when the saints go marching in
I want to be...
           ...with my King!