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 wash our feet in the blood of our enemies;
Not in vain have we believed for our victories;
Though the trek has been long and full of miseries,
Still the worth has been there all the time.
We are crowned with the helmet of His glory,
Our scabbard filled with the power of His Word;
Though the battle is bloody and gory,
His life He gives by the good news which is heard.
Not in vengeance nor in spite do we revel;
We wrestle not with flesh and blood but the devil;
We fill the valleys and the mountains we do level;
Our goal is righteousness and peace in all the earth.
There was a time when on our backs all men did trample,
At times unbearable if only but a sample,
But His grace He gave to us was more than ample;
He is the Captain of the hosts and our Lord.
Let the powers of Hell advance and do their utmost.
Here on earth we will stand guard at our outpost.
Standing for us, all around us is the Lord’s host;
There is nothing in this whole world to fear.
Lethbridge, AB; February 12, 1985
On August 22nd, 2017, in our Moon River Estates home, I awoke having received the first 2 lines of this song. Later, at the computer, I began to amuse myself with the rest of the words, while Marilyn stood by thinking I was being silly. I was but I wasn't. Words quickly and smoothly came forth to express the present theme of my life that was unfolding beyond my understanding. Call it inspiration. Now, what about a tune? Would it take long, as it has with some other songs? I took up my guitar, went to D, then E, G, and A, timing the words with the chords. I partly but naturally adopted a kind of nasal, aged voice by the spirit of the song, which Marilyn also had questions about but I loved it to tears and here it is. I call it Take Two, being accustomed to recording my songs, doing retakes, sometimes far more often than once. Here I was with lyrics suggesting I was having the privilege of a retake on life. I must say I've had many regrets about the wrongs, failures, and foolish mistakes I've made in my life. I'm well aware that others have learned important things early in life, gathering wisdom and understanding in early age well beyond mine now in my seventies. I've wondered if there was such a thing as reincarnation after all and that I had a life or two to live before I attained to the understanding others have had almost out of the womb. This song promises much ...
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?
Of all my writings, there are two that were written in 2 sittings, years apart. These were the first ones I ever wrote, and this one, interestingly enough, speaks of two births. While I had known the first, I had written of it but did not write of the second, which is the resurrection, until I had known it as well. It is therefore most befitting that the words of this writing came in two parts. The first part came only as a poem, words. It is all now a song though the music did come somewhere inbetween the two sittings.