An exhilarating path it is but a lonely one. Each segment of this path brings its trials and troubles but also its rewards along with proof and assurance that any segment of it is more than worth the endeavour.
Well, here we go down the path of truth again,
Looking danger in the eye, fearing nothing but the Lord.
This path is hard and there are few that care to come
But as we go along we find that chains will all be left behind.
The tears we shed both for ourselves and our friends
Aren’t worth comparing to the glory that’ll be ours when we’re done.
It’s like a dream; it’s like a story of outer space;
It’s like a fairy tale for children
But as we go we find it’s true.
I wouldn’t stop and turn around for all the world;
It’s life or death for me
And those who’ve realized the facts of life.
Let come what may even death if that must be
But I’m convinced that I obey the One Who’ll finally set me free.
The light grows bright as I come closer to the end
And worldly pleasures and possessions fade away as so much smoke.
I find a joy within me bubbling to the surface
As in peace I run the race
That will soon give me the prize.
Dauphin, MB; before Israel, 1979
This satire is an expression of a time oft repeated wherein I felt incredulous and scornful of the thinking of so-called "theologians." They shape and size God, formulate the things they think He does, analyze Him, dissect Him, figure Him all out, put Him back together again according to their desires and tastes and put Him in a neat box, gift-wrapped and stamped, ready to be reproduced and mass-marketed to the ignorant masses the world over who swallow their doctrines as unsuspecting fish swallow bait, hook, line, sinker and rod. By the way, God hates the term "theology." How presumptuous is man that he should dare try to study God!
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!
On September 24, 1996, Marilyn prophesied that the Lord was taking me, as He did Moses, for trespass, and that He had a ministry in the next world for me even as He had for Moses (as was seen on the mount of transfiguration). There came a resignation on my part, with sadness, and in this circumstance came this song which expresses that God does have a place reserved for saints. It is the destination of every believer, the goal of his spiritual trials and journey.