There are some
Who beat a different drum
And they'll lean into the winds of any storm
Even when it roars in a downpour
Stand on the rooftops to shout it out loud
Or rescue a neighbor who's lost out in the crowd
The kind of faith the darkness just can't shake
And they'll stand by His side
One day in the courts on high
Reminding me what a Saint should be . . . whoa
And on the rock they stand their ground
Until the last trumpet sounds
Reminding me what a Saint should be
Whoa, whoa
Three lives spent as fishermen
Three words said
And straightway they dropped their nets
Forever after, following the Master
And they'll stand by His side
One day in the courts on high
Reminding me what a Saint should be . . . whoa
And on the rock they stand their ground
Until the last trumpet sounds
Reminding me what a Saint should be
Whoa, whoa
And I've seen the look in their eyes
As they stand and testify
Reminding me what a Saint should be . . . whoa
Lightning in the words they speak
Shake my heart and make me weep
Reminding me what a Saint should be
Oh, reminding me what a Saint should be
Whoa, whoa