Monday, January 28, 2013

When the Saints Go Marching In


We are trav'ling in the footsteps, Of those who've gone before, And we'll all be reunited, On a new and sunlit shore.
 
Oh, when the saints go marching in, Oh, when the saints go marching in, Lord, how I want to be in that number, When the saints go marching in.
 
And when the sun refuse to shine, And when the sun refuse to shine, Lord, how I want to be in that number, When the sun refuse to shine.
 
And when the moon turns red with blood, And when the moon turns red with blood, Lord, how I want to be in that number, When the moon turns red with blood.
 
Oh, when the trumpet sounds its call, Oh, when the trumpet sounds its call, Lord, how I want to be in that number, When the trumpet sounds its call.
 
Some say this world of trouble, Is the only one we need, But I'm waiting for that morning, When the new world is revealed.
 
Oh, when the saints go marching in, Oh, when the saints go marching in, Lord, how I want to be in that number, When the saints go marching in.
 
[Author Unknown]


 
Revelation 22:14 … Blessed are they that do his commandments, that they may have right to the tree of life, and may enter in through the gates into the city.