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!