Lynne Hasuly
I see the train coming,
but I'm tied to the tracks...
yeah, hoping that the wheels stop
'fore they push down my back...
into the metal and into the earth...
knock me out, Lord...
...or send hungry mice;
to eat through the rope
and then all my vice...
I'm hoping for Kingdom come
'fore critical mass;
'cause the ground is 'rumbling
...an that train's a'comin fast...
Oh, for Glory, Lord.
Ready to just move on
into Your arms
and out of the flames...
burning the dross
...and shining up the gold...
Thank You, Lord
for the promise;
yeah the promise of the Glory Train...
6 comments:
This one is heavy, Lynne. Firstly, I know that some things are written with imagination and some burst forth from experience. If you really feel "tied to the tracks," be encouraged. He will send mice or some other means to get you on your feet. (love the mice reference!)
It sounds like there are two trains in this poem: an ominous, threatening train about to run you down-- something like country singer Josh Turner's "Long Black Train," whose driver is the evil one. And the other train, the one that takes us home.
Wow. Phil, think about the Harry Potter parralell. Salvation is kind of like being able to access platform 9 3/4 and board the Hogwort's Express. Being part of a whole world other people can't see.
Anyway, Lynne. Remember what Michael Card sang: There's joy in the journey. The destination will be eternal and will be awesome, but "to live is Christ."
One more relevant quote from the Little Engine that Could: "I think I can, I think I can.."
Wait, maybe we should rewrite it: "I KNOW He can, I KNOW He can..."
Good comment, sagacious one:). I appreciate the encouragement. Today is one of those days that I seem to need it.
Joy to you,
Lynne
Lynn this is relateable on so many levels.Or you could replace the train with a wall or a cliff or a vicious animal. But not the mices, they sound quite helpful in this case. As long as they're not the little fox sent to ruin our vinyards. Thank God we can wake up to the hope of glory.
Hi, Judy! Your comments are awaited with anticipation and enjoyed thorougly. This one is a bit dark; but I suppose that is why it is on the Edge and not the main blog:). I shall deliver a more bouyant post to another blog soon to try to make up for this one:).
Joy,
Lynne
no pressure, Lynn. Let not your art be born of a guilty conscience, but from whatever the heck comes at will or not of the will. huh?
Thanks, Judy. I think that's the way it works the best. Thanks for the comments, as always:).
Joy to you,
and a fresh taste of the bread of heaven...
Lynne
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