Passing Trains

They're beautiful, all of them

Much too lovely for me to be a part of

With their life plans laid out before them

And the overwhelming love for Jehovah in their hearts

It seems all roads lead to Bethel here

But that's not the direction I'm headed

And it would be wrong of me to ask them to turn around

So I learn to let them go

Because the friends I think in have in this lifetime

Are just pretty faces I wave to as our trains pass

Their train is leading to heaven

Mine, inevitably, to hell

And I find myself wishing, just for a moment

That I could be beautiful too