I Hear That Whistle Blowing Poem by Rusty Ed Gibson

I have lots of dreams
that I don’t understand
I am standing alone
and its hard on a man

There must be an answer
something to search for
I don’t know where to start
or behind which door

All these thoughts and feelings
I don’t know how to say
I am feeling pretty scared
time seems to slip away

Where should I be headed?
What is it I need to do?
How do I recover?
From living like a fool?

I close my eyes and listen
to that whistle blow
I hear that train a coming
I hope the conductor knows

I believe in our Lord Jesus
I Love him for what he has done
I admire him because he is patient
and cares for everyone

I hope I have my ticket
I don’t want to be too late
When that train pulls in the station
I want to be waiting at the gate

I want to see my parents
my grandpa and everyone
I hope that I’m admitted
accepted by the Father and the Son

Before that train pulls in
I have to get it straight
Help my children get stronger
and leave them with my Faith

They have to know
that no matter what they do
they are masters of their lives
and not to live it like a fool

That train pulls into heaven
with an endless amount of seats
I can hear that whistle blowing
maybe this time it’s for me

I hear that train a coming
Just rolling down the line
I have got to get ready
This could be my big ride

When that train pulls into heaven
I want to be on board
It brings those that love him
to meet their Gracious Lord