The Old 3:16

We’re on a one-track Christian train,
It’s numbered 3:16;
Jesus is the Engineer,
And He runs one “mean machine.”

He takes it up and down the hills,
And around the sharpest curves;
He regulates the speed just right,
It never even swerves.

He takes this train through valleys deep,
As prudently He steers;
We’re blessed He’s at the throttle, folks,
And is Chief Engineer.

When this train climbs mountain peaks,
That nearly touch the sky …
He blows its whistle loud and clear,
No need to question why.

This Christian train spans prairies, too.
And when smoothly gliding ‘cross,
We settle back … enjoy the view,
Knowing Jesus is the Boss.

Sometimes stormy clouds appear
And fog is all about us;
But Jesus keeps us right on track,
No reason to reroute us.

The 3:16’s a Local, folks,
It stops in every town;
Anyone can hop on board,
This train is heaven bound.

Passengers can leave the train,
Whenever they so choose;
But why get off the 3:16,
There’s just too much to lose.

So keep your ticket in your hand,
Wave to the Engineer;
He’ll get you to the Promised Land,
His destination’s clear!

~ Virginia Ellis ~