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"A train of cars was shown me, going with the speed of lightning. The angel bade me look carefully. I fixed my eyes upon the train. It seemed that the whole world was on board, that there could not be one left. Said the angel, "They are binding in bundles ready to burn." Then he showed me the conductor, who appeared like a stately, fair person, whom all the passengers looked up to and reverenced. I was perplexed and asked my attending angel who it was. He said, "It is Satan. He is the conductor in the form of an angel of light. He has taken the world captive. They are given over to strong delusions, to believe a lie, that they may be damned." EW 88 Darkness TrainOut from the edges of darkness Was heard the roar of a train Traveling faster and faster As nearer and near it came.
Then sounds of laughter with music and song Heard above the clattering wheels A restaurant car, with its windows ajar Was serving wine with extravagant meals
There was standing room only In the carriages bright People inside were planning For years of ease and delight
The pastor was inviting all to a meeting At which would be feasting and fun And if the noise spilt out into the church service He felt no harm would be done
I then saw our Tess with dear little Sam Cradled lovingly close to her breast And Nic my brother was boasting to the conductor Of Sam’s talents and how much they’d been blest
The conductor was smiling He gave praises to God For Sam, and spoke of God’s grace; Then he paused to turn to the window, And I cried as the light hit his face
On one side was the face of an angel, Radiant with beauty and grace; On the other the face of a demon, Twisted with evil and hate.
His eyes were exceedingly cunning, And he spoke with words so kind, And all who were gathered rejoiced at his presence, And obeyed his commands as if blind.
The carriages had words painted on them, ‘Procrastination’ read the first one in sight, ‘We’re being saved while sinning’, bragged the second The third, ‘Rejection of light’
Another, ‘Eat, drink and be merry,’ Tomorrow will always be there; Followed by one with a bold banner blazing, "No time for study or prayer’.
"No time for a look at the Savior’, Was the saddest to behold, And, ‘Ministers who gave not the warning’ To the confused and wandering fold.
I could stand no more and cried out ‘stop the train!’ And met Satan’s enraged, evil glare, But ‘too late’ the wheels said a-clacking, ‘Too late for your burden of care!’
The Savior’s love they’ve rejected, And neglected His sacrifice dear. The time given to them, they’ve wasted, And mocked at the warnings so clear.
They’ve chosen this other master, And have refused to tear themselves free, At the end of their journey, lies waiting, Death, for eternity!
I woke to feel my tears falling, So relieved things were not as they seemed, Or, I thought again, ‘are they? ‘Wasn’t reality the same as the dream??’
I’d been thinking of buying a ticket, For this journey of pleasure and gain, But I shuddered and praise God for His blessing, For the chance to start over again! Dianne Styles |
