I am a train,
And my Father owns the network.
I’ve stopped for a while
at this station called My Life.
There’s been every kind of hard
And every kind of joy… on this strange
and crazy platform.
But I’m not here long.
There’s time enough to love a little…
Tell the world who’s really Master…
Before He pulls me
Home.
10 responses to “Chugging home”
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Love your posts sister. Keep running the race well 🙂
In Him,
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Thanks Brooke 🙂 Will do – thanks for your encouragement.
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Love this poem and the train analogy, Ali! One of my youngest daughter’s favorite things to do is ride this little train at a park we have. 🙂 God bless you as you keep keeping on for Him!
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Thanks Debbie! That’s cute… God bless you too in this journey of ours 🙂
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I like your analogy. This life is so short in comparrison to eternity.
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Thank you 🙂 It is indeed (sometimes I forget).
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Beautiful poem. You have a wonderful way with words and using them to express the fullness of God’s love.
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Wow, thanks so much for your lovely words Janna, it means a lot 🙂 God’s love is amazing.
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Love your poem. A fan of trains, I like that you’ve compared our stay here to a journey on one. Thanks for following my blog, I’m looking forward to reading more of your writing.
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Thank you for dropping by with your encouraging words. I look forward to reading your thoughts too.
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It's a God thing... 
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