LIKE THE MILEPOSTS ON A RAILWAY

Like the mileposts on a railway
 From a swiftly speeding train,
  The events of life go swiftly passing by;
Sometimes it's hard to count them,
 Some in sushine, some in rain,
  For life's train ever faster seems to fly.

Life's train keeps going faster;
 It fairly hurtles down the track,
  And instead of looking forward as we should,
We keep straining to the rearward,
 Always wanting to look back,
  Even though all those events are gone for good.

Yet the train keeps moving forward
 And it's picking up the pace
  As this earthly life we live soon runs its course.
Soon we'll cross death's deep dark river,
 Meet the Saviour face to face,
  And say good-bye to pain and suffering and remorse.

a. franklin staples

Written July 21, 1991/Transcribed into Volume 6, November 1, 1992.

Copyright © 1992
by
A. Franklin Staples