What a wonderful reality when a workingman is finally done his day. I didn’t earn it; don’t deserve it; He just freely, freely gave. What can I say?
The time has finally come when I can sing to you with joy in all my soul.
Faithfully, my God has surely given me what He promised in His Roll.
When I first began the journey, I naively thought that I might have arrived.
As I went on, disillusionment brought me to think that I was so deprived.
Three times I fell so hard and wondered if I’d ever leave the bloody ground.
And every time, I learned that right is might, and not the other way around.
I sing and shout from a mountaintop, a mountaintop so high it makes me cry.
Joy only comes with victory, and victory comes only when you die.
Yes, the journey was a long one and the battle was a hard one to the last.
Now I rest in perfect confidence that threats and dangers are all in the past.
What a wonderful reality when a workingman is finally done his day.
I didn’t earn it; don’t deserve it; He just freely, freely gave. What can I say?
Moon River, AB; March 14, 2007