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
The world rushes headlong not only toward destruction but is there in destruction while it rushes. Priorities are confounded, based on gain and selfishness. Big is small and small is big. What is important and what is not? Is it not the "little things" that count? And has not the preacher said, "All is vanity" after firsthand experience of them?
There exists the notion that victory speaks only of joy, peace, love, rest in their counterfeit forms, the wishy-washy, mushy-gushy kind that has no place in reality. This song expresses the reality. There is war before victory. With war comes bloodshed, hard times, threatenings, loss and destruction, but the victory is there in real terms, earned and established by the Lord.
We met Alan Gilbert, a young man who had been in a terrible car accident which left terrible consequences on body and mind. While he would put on a brave face, we knew it was a put-on. This song came to confront him with reality and to encourage him to repent and believe. He went away apparently as hardened as ever. The mystery of iniquity is something at which to marvel.