FROM THE MOUNTAINTOP
Moon River, AB, March 15, 2007
“What a wonderful reality when a workingman is finally done his day. I didn’t earn it; don’t deserve it; He just freely, freely gave – what can I say?”
Seven years after I entered the victory and resulting state of the rest of God in its formative stages, I was given to write this song – six verses without a chorus. I was joyfully experiencing a new dimension that was crystallizing from the year 2000. At this time, I called it A New Song.
Then, 12 years later, perhaps to the day in the same month of March 2019, I was given to professionally record the song. At this stage, I realized that the 5th verse captured that spiritual dimension in its advanced state and should be used as a chorus line. Hence, the song was slightly rearranged, and the name of the song was changed.
Now, finally, I DO sing from the mountaintop and declare to you that the place is surely real. Many millions have heard of this “Celestial City” since the beginning of time. At worst, men have not believed that this place of “nirvana,” or “enlightenment” existed; many have faintly hoped and believed it did, but few have discovered or attained to it. One day all will be brought to believe and not only believe but enter. This is that place heard of by many as the “Kingdom of Heaven.” There are not many ways but only One Way.
I do declare to you there is that place. Other of my songs, There Is a Place, The Flutterby, and Take Two also announce its existence. These songs serve notice of what it takes to get there. When one arrives, like the caterpillar emerging from a cocoon to become a flutterby, they discover they have become their destination in the sky.
Music & Lyrics by Victor N. Hafichuk
The time has finally come when I can sing to you with joy in all my soul. Faithfully, my God has surely given me what He promised in His Roll.
When I first began the journey, I naively thought that I might have arrived. As I went on, disillusionment brought me to think that I was so deprived.
CHORUS
I sing and shout from a mountaintop, a mountaintop so high, So high it makes me cry…
Joy only comes…. with victory, and victory comes only when you die….
Three times I fell so hard and wondered if I’d ever leave the bloody ground. And every time, I learned that right is might, and not the other way around.
Yes, the journey was a long one and the battle was a hard one to the last. Now I rest in perfect confidence that threats and dangers are all in the past.
CHORUS
INSTRUMENTAL
What a wonderful reality when a workingman is finally done his day. I didn’t earn it; don’t deserve it; He just freely, freely gave – what can I say?
I didn’t earn it; don’t deserve it; He just freely, freely gave – what can I say?
Do topo da montanha
Música e Letras de Victor N. Hafichuk
Chegou finalmente a hora em que posso cantar para vocês com alegria em toda a minha alma. Fielmente, meu Deus certamente me deu o que Ele prometeu em Seu Rolo.
Quando comecei a jornada, ingenuamente eu pensei que poderia ter chegado. Enquanto prosseguia, o desencanto levou-me a pensar que eu estava muito necessitado.
REFRÃO
Eu canto e grito do topo de uma montanha tão alta, tão alta que me faz chorar…
A alegria só vem… com a vitória, e a vitória só vem quando você morre…
Três vezes eu cai com tanta força e me perguntei se eu sairia do chão sangrento. E toda vez, eu aprendi que o certo é poder e não o contrário.
Sim, a jornada foi longa e a batalha foi dura até o fim. Agora eu descanço em perfeita confiança que ameaças e perigos estão no passado.
REFRÃO
INSTRUMENTAL
Que maravilhosa realidade quando um trabalhador finalmente termina seu dia. Eu não ganhei isso; eu não mereço isso; Ele apenas livremente, livremente deu – o que posso dizer?
Eu não ganhei isso; eu não mereço isso; Ele apenas livremente, livremente deu – o que posso dizer?
Depuis le sommet de la montagne
Paroles et musique de Victor N. Hafichuk
Le temps est enfin venu où je peux vous chanter
avec joie dans toute mon âme. Fidèlement, mon Dieu m’a
certainement donné ce qu’Il avait promis dans Son Rouleau.
Lorsque j’ai commencé le voyage, je croyais naïvement que
j’étais peut-être arrivé. Alors que je continuais, la désillusion
m’a amené à penser que j’étais si privé.
REFRAIN
Je chante et crie depuis le sommet d’une montagne, un sommet
si haut, si haut que ça me fait pleurer…
La joie vient seulement… avec la victoire, et la victoire ne vient
que quand on meurt…
Trois fois je suis tombé si lourdement et je me suis demandé si
j’allais jamais quitter le sol sanglant. Et à chaque fois, j’ai appris
que la justice est la puissance, et pas le contraire.
Oui, le voyage fut long et la bataille fut dure jusqu’à la fin.
Maintenant je me repose dans la confiance parfaite
que les menaces et les dangers sont tous dans le passé.
REFRAIN
INSTRUMENTAL
Quelle réalité merveilleuse lorsqu’un travailleur a
enfin fini sa journée. Je ne l’ai pas gagné ; ne le mérite pas ;
Il a simplement donné gratuitement, gratuitement – que puis-je dire ?
Je ne l’ai pas gagné ; ne le mérite pas ; Il a simplement donné
gratuitement, gratuitement – que puis-je dire ?