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
A tune the Lord gave me for Psalm 143:8-19
This is the first song I ever wrote as a believer in the Lord Jesus Christ...nothing default by any stretch but it amazes me how that we knew so much of what was required of us while yet babes in Christ. Twenty-one years later, I feel we have only been learning what we've known all along, that faith is the key and substance of our walk with God, that we must come away from all carnal thought and participation in order to walk with God by faith and be pleasing to Him.
I was given this song while ministering to some men in the Prince Albert Correctional in 1976. I cried, and they cried. I felt for them and they with me. God only knows how this song affected them in time.