All Aboard The John 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,
He's the 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 across
We settle back ... enjoy the view,
Knowing Jesus is the Boss.

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

The 3:16's a Local train
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,
Praise and Wave to the Engineer;
He'll get you to the Promised Land,
His destination's Homeward cleared!

All Aboard The John 3:16
Any Takers?

By Connie Ciccone © May 2003