My train is running at its fastest,
It has approached 2000 as I find,
I have reached the penultimate,
Few more yards of track, I find.
In front is the mighty sea,
Behind is hunger and want,
I shall not curse my Savior,
Who can satisfy all my wants?
I am waiting for the deliverance,
As the track is nearing its end,
I have decided not to mummer,
I am sure the track shall not end.
Before my foes over power me,
He’ll divide the sea in parts,
Before my train derails,
He’ll provide the path.
Fear not oh Jacob, fear not,
His grace is sufficient every time,
Before the track comes to an end,
An unending track ye shall find.
NOTE: THE POEM HAS LINKS WITH MY FIRST POEM SHARED TODAY A FEW ENTRIES EARLIER .LOOK AT BOTH TO REACH ITS DEPTH.
written on 7th Jan 2000.