I hear that whistle blowing,
it is calling me to my destination,
a train called Glory Bound
and glad that I am found.
I hear that whistle blowing,
a one-way ticket to an eternal home,
It is called Heaven and what a relief
to be selected because of my belief.
I hear that whistle blowing,
Jesus Christ is the conductor,
as he accepts my ticket through grace,
a seat is saved since I'm no longer in disgrace.
I hear that whistle blowing,
my life was full of strife and not caring
until the day arrived when I accepted our Lord,
faith replaced my life from feelings of discord.
I hear that whistle blowing,
the train stops at a place called Eternity,
where peace and love fill the heavenly aIr,
and souls enjoy sharing mansions without despair.
- Author: Summersounds68 ( Offline)
- Published: September 29th, 2023 19:14
- Category: Religion
- Views: 2
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