Being alone most of the time has some advantages. One of them is that I don’t have to worry about plaguing other people with my singing. My Daddy sang a lot, or perhaps it would be more like humming. He had a lot of melodies in his heart (not hymns or gospel songs). For most of them he didn’t know the words, so he would hum, or more likely da da, or la la, or whistle along with the tune. He would not sing in the presence of others, as he considered his voice to be mediocre at best, though it was always in tune. But the melodies had to come out.

I have been pretty much the same as Daddy in this respect, except after I got saved, most of the melodies were from hymns or gospel songs, and I knew a lot of the words, and didn’t have to la la or da da or hum or whistle. My voice also is not much, but is pretty well in tune.

Alva didn’t mind my singing around the house, but I often built a sermon around a favorite hymn or gospel song, in which case it was OK to read the words, but not to sing them.

A few weeks ago a hymn tune came to mind along with some words that captured my attention. As I tried to remember the title of the hymn, my humming came to the chorus. When I came to the end, the last two words emerged from my memory, “Zion’s Hill,” the title of the hymn. Aha! I don’t have any song book with that hymn in it, so I got on the internet and downloaded the words. Hooray!

As I read through the words, the phrase that caught my attention in the first place was in the chorus (underlined below);

Some day beyond the reach of mortal ken,
Some day God only knows just where and when
The wheels of mortal life will all stand still
And I shall go to dwell on Zion’s hill.

That’s it! That’s me! The wheels of my mortal life are slowing down. After a few songs in the worship services, it feels good to sit down. Each evening it seems the old bod is yearning for my bed a bit more.

Well, why not? After all, in just twelve days I will be ninety five! I can’t believe it. I remember my twentieth birthday as if it were yesterday, when I despaired that I was getting old, and the best days of my life were already past. Where did all those intervening days go?

People are frequently telling me they can’t believe that I am as old as I am. Since I usually don’t have any money in my pocket, I tell them that flattery will get them nowhere, as I am broke. Besides, I can’t claim any credit-I am definitely not a vegan, and I still think dessert is the best part of the meal. I can’t even take credit for not smoking or drinking. I tried both in my pre-Christian days, but both made me sick. God was blessing me even then.

Many people have asked me the secret to how come I am still healthy in my old age. I tell them the first rule is to pick the right parents. I obviously did a good job:
My Daddy died at 97 of an accident;
His mother kept house till she was 100, died at 102;
My Mother died at 90;
Her mother died at 99 (as best her family could figure it out-she wouldn’t admit her age to anyone).

But the important thing is, when the wheels of my mortal life shall stand still, I shall go to dwell on Zion’s hill. I can hardly wait.

If you are not familiar with Zion’s hill, Mt. Zion in the Bible, it is the highest part of the Temple Mount, where Jesus will reign as King of Kings and Lord of Lords, and where we will be His Queen! (The Bible labels the true Church, every born-again Christian collectively, as the bride of Christ)

Here is the entire hymn-revel in it:

Zion’s Hill

There waits for me a glad tomorrow,
Where gates of pearl swing open wide,
And when I’ve passed this vale of sorrow,
I’ll dwell upon the other side.

Some day I’ll hear the angels singing,
Beyond the shadows of the tomb;
And all the bells of heaven ringing,
While saints are singing, “Home, sweet home.”

Some day my labors will be ended,
And all my wand’rings will be o’er,
And all earth’s broken ties be mended,
And I shall sigh and weep no more.

Some day the dark clouds will be rifted,
And all the night of gloom be past;
And all life’s burdens will be lifted,
The day of rest shall dawn at last.

Chorus
Some day beyond the reach of mortal ken,
Some day God only knows just where and when
The wheels of mortal life shall all stand still
And I shall go to dwell on Zion’s hill.