Heavens Train

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    Heavens Train
    God is good and God is Great
    Something I hold dear
    Some say hes coming
    And wont be late
    Others say he's already here
    I just wonder, how long we hafta wait
    Living in this fear
    And what of all the little ones
    That dont find their way
    All them sons of a gun
    Are they all gonna stay
    And the hookers and lawyers
    And everyone filled with greed
    And all of them others,
    Beneath the opiumtree
    Is that train a comin'
    Is there a ticket punched for me
    Hey Lord, was I good enough
    You gotta ticket there for free?
    We all gonna get on the train
    And hear that whistle blow
    Or lay our heads on the track
    And let that train a roll
    Aint lookin' for a luxury seat
    And to tell you all the truth,
    I'd be happy just to shovel coal
    Or ride in the caboose...

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    laydbak1 commented on Heavens Train

    07-05-2009

    Everyone hopes there is a God... Holds true their faith that there is, in fact, something greater than all this we see around us... And, if there is a train to the Heaven we all is there waiting, you couldn't have said it any better... How we get there makes no difference at all... Good write...
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    wheelsal commented on Heavens Train

    07-05-2009

    I really like this. It is humorous with a message loud and clear. Hope we all can ride that train.
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    BluesPreacher

    07/05/2009

    Thanks Sal, hope to see you onboard

    ginga commented on Heavens Train

    06-25-2009

    Hope, fear, trepidation, God. It's all in here like a great recipe. It carried me along and the ending "caboose" well it's where it should be at the end. Marvelous write. Ginga
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    BluesPreacher

    07/01/2009

    thanks, glad you enjoyed the ride

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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