We're on a
one-track Christian train,
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,
He takes
this train through valleys deep,
We're
blessed He's at the throttle, folks,
When this
train climbs mountain peaks,
That nearly
touch the sky ...
He blows
its whistle loud and clear,
This
Christian train spans prairies, too.
And when
smoothly gliding cross,
We settle
back ... enjoy the view,
Knowing
Jesus is the Boss.
Sometimes
stormy clouds appear
But Jesus
keeps us right on track,
The 3:16's
a Local, folks,
This train
is heaven bound.
Passengers
can leave the train,
But why get
off the 3:16,
There's
just too much to lose.
So keep
your ticket in your hand,
He'll get
you to the Promised Land,