We encountered an incident wherein religious people, friendly and all, counseled us to reconsider an undertaking we knew was the Lord’s leading. We were learning that Satan’s servants are ever there, with Bible under arm, God’s praises on their lips, prepared to do battle “with love.” The strange thing is that while I recall the Lord giving me what to say to these people, I do not recall what those words were, so occupied I was with learning another lesson.
Satan came to my house one evening;
He tried to cast a doubt into my mind.
With his mouth he blessed the Lord
And with his face he flashed a smile;
Satan came to my house one evening.
At the time I didn’t know it was the devil.
He often comes in the guise of a good man.
But I knew there was a battle
And strong resistance from his vessel
And the Father gave me words to speak to him.
Repeat 1st verse.
The Lord has given us commandment
To trust in Him, with all our hearts,
To shun the works and the words and ways of man.
And if we’re true to His commandment
Then peace will follow and victory too
And men will have no power to make us stray away from Him.
Repeat 2nd verse
Dauphin, MB; before Israel, 1979
While I called this song the above name 20 years ago, I would not do so now. The power of Jesus as the Pentecostal circles like to call it is nothing less than Christ in us, the hope of glory. His Spirit we receive not while seeking power but while seeking to do His will in reality and not as we perceive it.
The interesting thing about this song was that at the time it came to me, I had no thoughts, feelings, identification, circumstances, reason, or remembrance of the past to inspire the words; I just woke up and wrote them – no music, just words, if I recall correctly. I just laid the words aside, thinking no more of them until 2016, almost 6 years later. The words were a puzzle to me; I didn't know what to think of or do with them. They didn't express at all how I felt when I received them or when I returned to them years later – those days were long gone. But after I just happened to listen to a song or two by the late Amy Winehouse (not my usual custom by far), who impressed me with her unabashedness, freedom from self-consciousness or effort to sing creatively, I considered those words given me and put them to music. The spirit of the music seemed to be inspired by Amy, a troubled lady who was also crying for help but wasn't blessed to find it in this life. I wished I could have helped her. I then suddenly realized the song expressed exactly how I had felt in 1972 before I was converted. The song was a prequel to the time of newfound joy and freedom in Jesus Christ. Wow! I was thrilled at the realization. But for what purpose the song? I knew the song expressed how many, if not all, feel just before they meet the Lord. They're searching, troubled, lost, confounded, disoriented, not knowing up from down, sorrowful, without direction or purpose. It's a painful time -...
In Winnipeg, we met Henry Unrau, who laboured dreadfully under the Law, thinking he was doing God service. He was a tormented soul but a very self-righteous one who, while seeking counsel and help, quite believed that he was in a position of counseling and helping instead toward those who were not enslaved by service of the letter as was he. What ironies and contradictions in man!