The Jordan is waiting for me to cross through
My heart is aging I can tell
So Lord, I’m begging for one last favor from You
Here’s my heart take it where You will cheap nolvadex online, cheap dapoxetine. where to buy nolvadex, buy Zoloft. This life has shown me how we’re mended and how we’re torn
How it’s okay to be lonely as long as you’re free
Sometimes my ground was stoney
And sometimes covered up with thorns
And only You could make it what it had to be
And now that it’s done
Well if they dressed me like a pauper
Or if they dined me like a prince
If they lay me with my fathers
Or if my ashes scatter on the wind
I don’t care

But when I leave I want to go out like Elijah
With a whirlwind to fuel my chariot of fire
And when I look back on the stars
It’ll be like a candlelight in Central Park
And it won’t break my heart to say goodbye

There’s people been friendly, but they’d never be your friends
Sometimes this has bent me to the ground
Now that this is all ending
I want to hear some music once again
‘Cause it’s the finest thing that I have ever found

But the Jordan is waiting
Though I ain’t never seen the other side
Still they say you can’t take in the things you have here
So on the road to salvation
I stick out my thumb and He gives me a ride
And His music is already falling on my ears

There’s people been talking
They say they’re worried about my soul
Well, I’m here to tell you I’ll keep rocking
‘Til I’m sure it’s my time to roll
And when I do

When I leave I want to go out like Elijah
With a whirlwind to fuel my chariot of fire
And when I look back on the stars
It’ll be like a candlelight in Central Park
And it won’t break my heart to say goodbye

‘Cause when I leave I want to go out like Elijah
With a whirlwind to fuel my chariot of fire
And when I look back on the stars
It’ll be like a candlelight in Central Park
And it won’t break my heart to say goodbye


9/19/1997 – I sure do miss you.A?A? For now, but not forever…


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6 Comments so far

  1. brendt on September 20, 2006 5:12 pm

    I still get a hollow feeling in my gut whenever I hear a dulcimer.

    You familiar with Andrew Peterson? God often uses him to fill the Rich-shaped hole in my heart.

  2. Chris L. on September 20, 2006 5:48 pm

    Yes, I’ve seen Andrew in concert several times, and I’ve picked up innumerable copies of Behold the Lamb of God (his “Christmas Story” album) for friends & family.

    I got a chance to talk to Andrew for a few minutes the last time he was through. He was talking about some recordings he’d heard of Rich’s early stuff (which I’d help pull together for some friends of Rich, as Rich had given me a few of them one of the times he stayed with us), and then how he’d given Rich one of his demos a year or so before he died.

    Andrew’s music is excellent!

  3. Musings from Two-Sheds Gomer » Blog Archive » longing for home on September 21, 2006 2:28 am

    [...] (To be honest, I had forgotten about the date in that context, as September 19 was also my grandparents’ anniversary, and this was the first year since 1934 that they weren’t together to celebrate, as Nana went to be with Jesus shortly after their 71st anniversary. Then Chris at Fishing the Abyss posted the lyrics of Rich’s prophetic song, “Elijah”, and memories came flooding back.) [...]

  4. berf on September 8, 2007 1:24 am

    Ever since September 19, 1997 I have had a lot of difficulty dealing with the death of Rich Mullins. Not the fact that he died, but because of the way he died. I know there are several thousands of other fans that have felt the same way as I do.
    Most of us picture a “good Christian” either dying peacefully in their sleep or by being martyred for their faith. I have had a lot of problems wrapping my mind around the senselessness and waste of Rich Mullins’s death.
    Not to go on morbidly about it, but I could have accepted it had he simply died when his jeep flipped over on I-39. But the fact that he was thrown from the vehicle, just the same as Mitch McVicker (who survived the crash), bothers me even to this day. Being flattened by a semi is just not the way I picture a servant of the Lord dying.
    I also think a lot about what Mitch McVicker must have gone through. Endlessly questioning: “Why him and not me?” There is a very moving interview with McVicker at:, where he says “I don’t know why Rich was taken from the body of Christ and why I overcame the obstacles I was facing so I could remain. I think we all get caught up in the logistical matters of life—the what, where, when and all of that—and God tells us to move forward and embrace what we’re given. I know Rich is embracing what he’s been given right now and so I try to embrace what I’ve been given. What have I been given? What do I get to do? I get to stick around to love.”
    I feel for the guy, I really do. He gets to stick around to love, but he also gets to stick around with a piece of his heart ripped out as well. Yes, yes, I know that Rich Mullins is in a “better place”. I know that, right now, Rich knows more about happiness and fulfillment than any of us will ever learn in our entire lifetime.
    Still……I miss him. For me, his music has taken on a different meaning since his death. It still fills me with reverence and love for our Lord, but underneath that, there is an ominous and fateful undertone that was not there before.
    Yet, on a more positive note, let us all look forward to the day when we get to hear Rich sing “in person” and see him standing among the multitudes that continuously sing praises unto the Lord forever and ever……throughout all eternity.

  5. prichards on June 1, 2009 7:29 am

    Berf, Richard wanted to go out fast. I’ve been through lingering illness, I’ve watched my parents succumb to the maladies of old age, and I came to the same conclusion.

    The horrific death you imagine was instantaneous. Here, gone. No time to really feel much of anything.

    Richard didn’t just neglect to wear his seatbelt this once. He never actually did wear one, by habit and by choice. He knew no fear; have you seen his video for Creed? That’s no blue screen, no trick of the camera. He’s singing full throttle just feet away from a speeding freight train. If you knew how clumsy he could be, your heart would leap into in your mouth every time you watched one of those stunts.

    It has nothing to do with suicide or a death wish. But no one could teach him fear. He was capable of being cautious for the people he loved: but for himself, I never saw him afraid.

  6. JG on June 22, 2012 1:34 am

    Been pulled so close to this man lately, through his music, so much of what he sang rings so deep in my soul, and i am grateful that his songs allow me to be close to the Kingdom within, THANKS RICH MULLINS

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