At a time of uprooting and forsaking all once again, my wife was finding it difficult and this song came then. It held the promise of better things ahead as we had always experienced in similar times before. Encouraged, we plodded on.
Don’t ever let your bottom lip hang down;
Don’t let it happen when I’m around.
I’d rather see a smile on your face;
A frown on you is so out of place…
CHORUS:
You know there’s lots to be thankful for.
You needn’t crawl; let your spirit soar.
Before you know it I’ll be back for more
Of your smile…of your smile.
We all have troubles that are hard to take;
We have bad habits that are hard to break.
Don’t let them get you down for goodness’ sake;
You need to know your happiness is at stake…
CHORUS
There’s open highway just around the bend;
Morning’s almost here for us, my friend.
Then tears and sorrow will be at an end;
It won’t be long before for us He’ll send…
CHORUS
Lethbridge, AB; September 18, 1983
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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!
Music on The Path of Truth
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.