The saints went walking down my street
waving flags and shouting, “Amen.”
They marched to a steady beat,
calling children, women and men
to join God’s growing army squad.
Beaming bright with an inner glow
they stood, maybe forty abroad
and aligned in six even rows.
“Come, join our ranks,” they loudly cried
and sang the most heavenly tune.
My neighbors hopped aboard the ride.
I waited, not brave to commit too soon.
Just as the parade passed me by
a rainbow appeared high in the sky
and a horde of angels asked, “Why?”
I fell upon my knees to cry
and beg for forgiveness so kind.
One young saint raised a mighty hand
and grace flooded my trembling mind.
I knew then, that in all the land
I was called to follow God’s way.
I stood, strong from heavenly grace.
With steady legs I did not sway
as I rushed to find my own place
among that blessed saintly band.
So now with them I proudly say
to doubters across all the land,
“It’s time to jump aboard God’s way.
It’s now or never,” I demand
of all who just bow down to pray
without sincerity at their hand.
It’s not enough just to obey.
So with the saints I now march by.
Open your heart, ears, hands, and eyes.
Don’t stop to think or question why,
Just step right up. Win the great prize.