Monday, March 30, 2009

My Prayer

"When the Saints," by Sara Groves ("Tell Me What You Know" album)

Lord, I have a heavy burden for 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.
When the saints go marching in, I wanna 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.
When the saints go marching in, I wanna be one of them.

I see the shepherd Moses in the pharaoh's court
I hear his call for freedom for the people of the Lord.

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 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 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 my easy load.

And when the saints go marching in, I wanna be one of them.

1 comments:

the lovely years said...

Good woman. Check the young girl on the brothel floor line.