PART 3 ~ May of 2013- Finding a Poem, “The Hell Bound Train”
PEGGY CONTINUES HER TESTIMONY:
The deep conviction of the reality of a place called hell . . .
became more and more apparent through reading the Sacred Scriptures and also a number of first-hand accounts, even from various time periods, all supported by the Scriptures. The concern for reaching souls for the Kingdom became more and more pronounced, even through the sharing of this poem to provoke the thoughts of the reader.
“Do not fear those who kill the body but are unable to kill the soul; but rather fear Him who is able to destroy both soul and body in hell.” ~ (Matthew 10:28)
Hell Bound Train
A Texas cowboy lay down on a bar room floor,
Having drunk so much he could drink no more;
So he fell asleep with a troubled brain
To dream that he rode on a hell-bound train.
The engine with murderous blood was damp
And was brilliantly lit with a brimstone lamp;
An imp, for fuel, was shoveling bones,
While the furnace rang with a thousand groans.
The boiler was filled with lager beer
And the devil himself was the engineer;
The passengers were a most motley crew-
Church member, atheist, Gentile, and Jew,
Rich men in broadcloth, beggers in rags,
handsome young ladies, and withered old hags,
Yellow and black men, red, brown, and white,
All chained together – O God, what a sight!
While the train rushed on at an awful pace –
The sulphurous fumes scorched their hands and face;
Wider and wider the country grew,
As faster and faster the engine flew.
Louder and louder the thunder crashed
And brighter and brighter the lightning flashed;
Hotter and hotter the air became
‘Till the clothes were burned from each quivering frame.
And out of the distance there arose a yell,
“Ha, ha,” said the devil, “we’re nearing hell!”
Then oh, how the passengers all shrieked with pain
And begged the devil to stop the train.
But he capered about and danced for glee,
And laughed and joked at their misery.
“My Faithful friends, you have done the work
And the devil never can a payday shirk.
“You’ve bullied the weak, you’ve robbed the poor,
The starving brother you’ve turned from the door;
you’ve laid up gold where the canker rusts,
And have given free vent to your beastly lust.
“You’ve justice scorned, and corruption sown,
And trampled the laws of God right down.
You have drunk, rioted, cheated, plundered, and lied,
And mocked at God in your hell-born pride.
“You have paid full fair, so I’ll carry you through,
For it’s only right you should have your due.
Why, the laborers always expects his hire,
So I’ll land you safe in the ‘Lake of Fire,’
“Where your flesh will waste in the flames that roar,
And my imps torment you forevermore.”
Then the cowboy awoke with an anguished cry,
His clothes wet with sweat and his hair standing high.
Then he prayed as he never had prayed ’till that hour
To be saved from his sin and the demon’s power;
And his prayers and his vows were not in vain,
For he never rode the hell-bound train.
“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.”
I would like to make one comment about the final line of the third stanza, “The passengers were a most motley crew- Church member, atheist, Gentile, and Jew,” Some people may be shocked to see “Church member” in that line.
As we consider this in light of “The Church of Laodicea” (Revelation 3:14-22), we see that anyone that is “luke-warm” will be spit out of the mouth of Jesus.
We are very luke-warm in this age and probably don’t even realize it.
It’s not about religion, but about a PERSONAL RELATIONSHIP with the Holy Spirit EVERY DAY. It’s okay to participate in a church, but an “on-fire” PERSONAL RELATIONSHIP with the LORD must be FIRST.
Religion cannot be an excuse for doing that personal daily washing in the Word and the work of personal vigilance regarding the unsaved “mind, will, and emotions.” As we do this (“our part”) the Holy Spirit does the supernatural work of sanctifying us. There’s always an “our part,” or condition to this Blood Covenant and it involves a daily cross. There is no easy way around that. It is most certainly not a “padded cross.”
Death to “selfie” is never easy. Our flesh wants to scream “no, no.” Nevertheless, “He must increase, but I must decrease.” (John 3:30)
“For the weapons of our warfare are not carnal, but mighty through God to the pulling down of strong holds; Casting down imaginations, and every high thing that exalteth itself against the knowledge of God, and bringing into captivity every thought to the obedience of Christ;” ~ (2 Corinthians 10:4-5)
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