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• Artiste: Sara Groves
• Titre: When The Saints
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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 but your word has compelled me when I think of all who've gone before me and lived the faithful life 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 Pharohs court I hear his call of 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 end of the 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 lepers 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