“When the Saints” – Then Sings My Soul Saturdays

I have to remind myself often that “my” burdens aren’t supposed to be hoarded. I need to hand them over to Jesus. He carries them much lighter than I can.

This song by Sara Groves has been out for awhile, but I come back to it to remind me to turn outcomes over to the Lord, and to remind me that he can work courage into anybody. Even me.

I get wet-eyed every time I hear it, especially this section:

I see the young girl huddled on the brothel floor;
I see the man with a passion come and kicking down that door…

I’ve never literally been that girl, but figuratively I have. And Jesus is that Man with a passion, kicking down the door to scoop me up and rescue me from bad places. He fulfills every little girl’s childhood fantasy of the knight in shining armor riding in to save the day. Through his death. Through his life.

He delivers me daily from myself;  he restores the joy that my burdens try to take away; and he gives me grace to march in as one of those saints…

When the Saints
LYRICS

Lord I have a heavy burden of 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
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 all can overwhelm 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 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
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 my easy load

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 want to be one of them
I want to be one of them
I want to be one of them

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