All I heard was the hooting sound of the train.
And my flesh crawled to life.
Everything I desired was in this train
My will was mine and my lust was fine.
I cared less about who drove the train
I was having the time of my life
This way seemed right to me
But the driver never mentioned that it was a dead-end
I was heading for the walls that Pharoah hit
The walls that Herod hit
That has death graffitied on it.
Littered with other pleasure-trains
Piled up into a mountain of mangled flesh and metal
How could such pleasurable place
Be a one-way trip to death’s feet?
I was going to get my answer from the driver
But he lied to my face.
Claiming all I heard about the walls was a lie
Lo, I went back to my fun
Until I saw it
The wall
The mountain of mangled flesh and metal!
The grafitti
I had been deceived by the king of all liars.
Debauchery never tasted more bitter
Literally, I was at my end
My strength had become weak
I could only cry to the one I ran away from.
He was miles away, or so I thought.
Where man’s strength stops, God steps in
As I yelled his name
The unbelievable happened.
Indeed I died but I found resurrection in Him
Time rolled back...
Indeed nothing is impossible for Him.
I opened my eyes and I heard the sound of the hooting train again
And there He was waving to me
He had given me another chance
I ran to him without a doubt
As He hugged me, He whispered
“Before you I have set life and death, choose life. Choose me.”
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