My model railroad stretched about
Through every room and floor.
I strived to make the whole layout
Look better than before.
The scenery was precisely placed-
Each tree a work of art.
With dilligence the task I faced-
An expression of my heart.
Then all at once the engine roared;
The time at last was near,
And as it stalled I climbed aboard
And rolled away from here.
My mother wept to see I'd gone;
She couldnot understand
Why God was pleased to bear me Home
Aboard His gentle hand.
Alas, my Mother, I'll return
With Christ one shining day.
My Engineer is wise I've learned;
His eyes see every way.
He knows what lurks around each bend;
What obstacle; what snare.
He is my Savior and my Friend.
I know He truly cares.
We'll come again to take you back.
You'll ride up front with me.
We'll glide along God's railroad track
For all Eternity.
'He will wipe out every tear from their eyes, and death will be no more... Neither will mourning, nor outcry, nor pain be anymore... The former things have passed away' (Rev.21: 3-5) I can't think of anything else more appropriate, so I let what was written under Divine Inspiration say it all. Be Well, Nate
I give this one a 15 out 10. Loved it sooo much. Transends above the lay poets like myself. If I could follow my heart as you have, one day maybe, I can write such an enjoyable piece. Thanks, Keith
A true and virtous write but don't lose sight that other friends care for you as well 10 Chris
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Jean. Wonderfully penned and put together. and from an ex railwayman I know how difficult it is sometimes to stay on track. you have managed it right to the end. very well done and a pleasant read. well worthy of a 10/10/10. Regards Dave T