Come Come ye saints

HERE

I have been, in the back of my mind, singing this song a lot of late... and it occurred to me how much this song is true to life. I have noted below a few of the thoughts that I've had while singing it.

Come, come, ye Saints, (the invitation to all persons that claim to be 'saints of God' to come to Him.)
no toil nor labor fear; (why fear when Jesus has already WON the fight all we need to do is be on His team, or side, or His corporation, or whatever you want to liken being with Him?)
But with joy wend your way. (again, why not be happy? We obviously made a correct choice somewhere as we're here in mortality learning to get back to Heaven and our God... why not be happy?)
Though hard to you this journey may appear, (Life always seems harder when we are in the middle of a test, or put on the spot, but in actuality if we see life as a whole we're already at least one step closer and Jesus will be there to help, with His Grace, as long as we are trying and we ASK Him.)
Grace shall be as your day. (see above)
’Tis better far for us to strive (life is soooo much easier and simpler when you are working on something good, especially for another being.)
Our useless cares from us to drive; (really what small and simple cares/mole-hills do we make into mountains?)
Do this, and joy your hearts will swell— All is well! All is well! (A BIG key to lasting happiness.)
Why should we mourn or think our lot is hard? ’Tis not so; all is right. (We came down here to be tested so why are we upset, sad, or angry when we actually have a trial that will make us stronger? I watch my baby get SO mad and frustrated while attempting to crawl, but I see that I can't do it for him, HE needs to grow the muscle, coordination, and brain capacity TO crawl. In the end it will be worth it.)
Why should we think to earn a great reward If we now shun the fight? (Same as above... why do we think to walk without having learned how? How do we expect to be exalted without learning how? Granted no one can make it by themselves, but we still need to at least work at it.)
Gird up your loins; fresh courage take. Our God will never us forsake; (self explanatory. He'll always be there if we call out to Him.
And soon we’ll have this tale to tell— All is well! All is well! (What a happy song)
We’ll find the place which God for us prepared,
Far away in the West,
Where none shall come to hurt or make afraid;
There the Saints will be blessed.
We’ll make the air with music ring,
Shout praises to our God and King;
Above the rest these words we’ll tell— All is well! All is well! (This whole verse was accomplished and in looking at the Salt Lake Area All is Well and still continues to be well where most other places in the U.S., if not the world, aren't quite as blessed.)
And should we die before our journey’s through,
Happy day! All is well!
We then are free from toil and sorrow, too;
With the just we shall dwell! (Ahhhh... to die in the Lord. In His service to be taken into His presence to dwell there forever. It's a vacation from this life at times.)
But if our lives are spared again To see the Saints their rest obtain, Oh, how we’ll make this chorus swell— All is well! All is well! (And we will forget ourselves and get to work and be happy more.)


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