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|Date:||9/29/2011 6:07:44 AM|
|Subject:||Re: September 29th|
|Message:||This has been changed so many times that I don't know what was added or subtracted and when but , thought I'd put it up again. Evidently it was first written in June of 2004 to be read at the Gathering in Austin.
It takes place at a train station in heaven with people there waiting for the arrival of their loved ones. The people in it are real people and real events. Some I know personally and some from friends that have told me about others.
Eternal Life Station
The Son shines bright at Eternal Life Station
Loved ones all gathered in anticipation.
For the train to arrive as it does everyday.
Where truth is revealed about earthâ€™s Passion Play.
Not too many ride trains anymore.
Gone with the past like the old candy store.
But this one is special, the ticketâ€™s one way.
Once you arrive, hereâ€™s where youâ€™ll stay.
Thereâ€™s no more tears, thereâ€™s no more pain.
Everyoneâ€™s healthy, the dragonâ€™s been slain.
Where serving the Lord is our greatest joy.
The plan He completed, canâ€™t nothing destroy.
Here comes old Peter, he runs the station.
He post the arrivals that come from each nation.
Tomorrowâ€™s new list, heâ€™ll put it up soon.
Thereâ€™ll be many folks check it, by mid afternoon.
Thereâ€™s no one I know, arriving today.
I like hanging around, anyway.
Itâ€™s fun watching people and their bright happy faces.
And the emotions displayed in their loving embraces.
Thereâ€™s a man over there that waits for his sister.
Been ten years or more, Lord how heâ€™s missed her.
That father there, he waits for his son.
He used to be crippled now he can run.
Some wait for folks, that theyâ€™ve never met.
Touched by their writings that they canâ€™t forget.
Betty there, so Iâ€™ve been told.
Waits for a child she never did hold.
She died giving birth on a cold winter night.
What a sight to behold when those two unite.
There stands a man, lost his life in a war.
Believed in the cause that he gave his life for.
Anger at God, fills his little boy.
But God's in control, someday they'll know joy.
You see, folks down below, they donâ€™t understand.
Theyâ€™re leaving a life for one here thatâ€™s grand.
With limited knowledge and faith that is frailed.
They donâ€™t know Godâ€™s plan, itâ€™s mighty detailed.
Well, here comes the band, all decked out in white.
Excitement is starting, thereâ€™s a smoke stack in sight.
You can hear the conductor and his joyful screams.
â€œNext stop folks, the land of your dreams!â€
Station master stands with the key to the city.
The pearly gateâ€™s shining everything is so pretty.
â€œBack up folks, donâ€™t get hitâ€ is his cry.
Someone jokes â€œUp here... whoâ€™s going to die?â€
The big engine roars as it comes to a rest.
Thereâ€™s a huge load today, must say, Iâ€™m impressed.
The band starts to play, there are screams of delight.
As each finds their loved ones they hold on so tight.
The last person off gives me the most joy.
He walks up to Betty â€œHi mom. Iâ€™m your boy.â€
I stand, just smiling, knowing that someday Iâ€™ll see.
The oneâ€™s that I wait for arriving for me.
The stationâ€™s now clearing, the bands been dismissed.
Think Iâ€™ll wait around for tomorrowâ€™s new list.
Othersâ€™ start to gather as they do they same.
Some Iâ€™ve not seen. Some I know by name.
â€œMay I sit down here?â€ I told him â€œThatâ€™s fine.â€
He said, â€œMy name is Todd I came here, at nineâ€.
Thought Iâ€™d check the list, see if dadâ€™s on his way.
I know itâ€™s a long shot, thought Iâ€™d check anyway.
Ahhh, â€œThe Voiceâ€, Ron Lyons, is finally here.
He has the attention of everyoneâ€™s ear.
There stands his daughter, still cute as a bug.
With a smile on his face, he gives her a hug.
Here comes my friend, Jim is his name.
Weâ€™ve been friends, sense the first day he came.
He looks forward to the day that the trains pulling in.
With Alleneâ€™s arrival and theyâ€™re together again.
Oh my goodness, this should bring us joy
A guy in suspenders out walking with Roy.
â€œ Just checkinâ€™ the list, to see if Slyviaâ€™s cominâ€™â€
â€œBud just read the list and stop that damn humminâ€™â€
Here comes old Milton, his kid tagging along.
Still waiting on Mamie? Mick, howâ€™s the new song?
Jogging on new legs and looking quite dandy.
Pam checks the new list, sheâ€™s looking for Andy.
I canâ€™t name them all too many to mention.
Itâ€™s way beyond, anyoneâ€™s comprehension.
Just rest assured, thereâ€™s one thing thatâ€™s true.
If weâ€™re up here, weâ€™re waiting on you.
| September 29th by San Diego at 9/29/2011 12:01:01 AM|
| Re: September 29th by larry larry at 9/29/2011 6:07:44 AM|
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