At any rate, I think I now know what the post-holiday season is like for a lot of people. A couple of weeks
ago, I was as cranky as I've ever been. Nothing good was in sight. There was no expectation that things would improve any
time soon.
In the midst of such trying times, I did what has recently become (re-become?) my method of coping – I wrote
a song. It may seem a bit morbid upon the first reading, but if you look past the apparent gloominess, what I am trying to
convey is the Scriptural notion that here we have no abiding city. Whatever fleeting peace we may enjoy in this life cannot
compare to that which awaits us in heaven, in the very presence of our Savior. Believe me, I'm in no hurry to leave this life.
But, at a time of God's choosing, I will be delighted to lay this body to rest and receive my promised inheritance with Him
on account of His love for me in Christ Jesus my Lord.
So, without further adieu, I give you the lyrics for my new song.
I WISH I WERE AT PEACE
by Steven S. Billings
1-11-2006
I'm not a peaceful man; How I wish I were!
I wish, I pray, for the day That my soul's at rest.
For I can't seem to
be, No matter how I try,
To be at peace, sweet release To smooth my knitted brow.
But my worries and my fears, My anger and my tears,
Can't conceal, but reveal That I'm still in the test.
For others
I can see, But it's not meant for me.
I've never known what others own; Perhaps someday, somehow.
I'll be at peace; I'll be at rest,
With all my cares behind me And my arms across my chest.
With eyelids closed And
six feet down;
My soul will fly to heaven While my body's in the ground.
And finally I'll have found My peace.
But until then I'll carry on, Living day by day;
Knowing You are with me too, Walking hand in hand.
If only knowing
this Could bring me some relief,
Could take control of my soul And mend this shattered man.
For knowing doesn't heal Or make griefs go away;
When woes torment, won't relent, And darkness rules the day,
I bring
my heart to You And lay it at Your feet;
It always serves to calm my nerves With hope of that shining land.
Where I'll have peace; I'll be at rest,
With all my cares behind me And my arms across my chest.
With eyelids closed
And six feet down;
My soul will fly to heaven While my body's in the ground.
And finally I'll have found My peace.