(for Julian)
A new year has begun:
With each day as a station:
I'm sure it will be fun
To reach each destination.
We'll start to chuff along
Through misty, snowy weather
But springtime won't be long:
We'll all reach there together.
To summer and its sun
Quite soon the journey reaches;
We'll puff and chuff and run
To holidays and beaches.
If happiness should go
We'll chase him till we've got 'im
Till soon new winter's snow
Will supersede the autumn.
But if some sad event
Should happen - who will ease us
And mend what's crushed or bent?
Our great Controller, Jesus.
So if the track is steep
Or if it's flat and faster
We know that He will keep
Us safe, our Friend and Master.
Not quite so keen on railway engines now!
David,
ReplyDeleteI love how quickly and efficiently you have taken us from the beginning of the year and all it's seasons til the end.
Love and Hugs ~ Kat
oh david ..as i was reading down the lines of this poem, i couldn't help but think of george beverly shea singing that old hymn
ReplyDelete1. Life is like a mountain railway,
With an engineer that's brave;
We must make the run successful,
From the cradle to the grave;
Watch the curves, the fills, the tunnels;
Never falter, never quail;
Keep your hands upon the throttle,
And your eyes upon the rail.
Chorus:
Blessed Savior, Thou wilt guide us,
Till we reach that blissful shore,
When the Angels wait to join us
In Thy praise for evermore.
2. You will roll up grades of trial;
You will cross the bridge of strife;
See that Christ is your conductor
On this lightning train of life;
Always mindful of obstruction,
Do your duty, never fail;
Keep your hands upon the throttle,
And your eyes upon the rail.
Chorus:
3. You will often find obstructions,
Look for storms and wind and rain;
On a fill, or curve, or trestle
They will almost ditch your train;
Put your trust alone in Jesus,
Never falter, never fail;
Keep your hands upon the throttle,
And your eyes upon the rail.
Chorus:
4. As you roll across the trestle,
Spanning Jordan's swelling tide,
You behold the Union Depot
Into which your train will glide;
There you'll meet the Superintendent,
God, the Father, God the Son,
With the hearty, joyous plaudit,
"Weary Pilgrim, welcome home."
Chorus:
it is early morning here. the day is just beginning and i will keep this poem that you wrote for julian and this poem which you shared with us and i will have that hymn playing in my heart and be thankful for the engineer who is guiding, and i will be looking forward to spring...hey that days are getting longer already!
god's blessings in you david...from terry
ps david...when we were taught about the trinity as children in sunday school i will never forget one teacher telling us...look at a railway track..it has two tracks and in the middle the wood is touching them on each side and joining them....look way down and as your eye sees in the distance, those two rails and the centre..they are ONE!
just amazing david...god the father, god the spirit and god the son!