When The Saints Come Calling
When the Saints come calling
The devil will be falling,
And we will stand-up one and all
When the Saints, call and call.
So, I will tell you all dear brothers
And all sisters and all others,
When you hear the choir singing
The swords will be swinging.
When you hear the sound of battle
Please pick up your Bible,
And then stand-up with a Saint
Without worries or complaint.
We all must stand the ground together
Every proud father and sweet mother,
As we sing to our joy and fate
With love and peace and not hate.
So, let us hold each other's hand
With the same thoughts and demand,
Just to listen and to watch the fall
When we hear the Saint's call.
Randy L. McClave