STANDING ON THE TRACK

A boy with name unknown, as the train went by his way

Would wave to guard and driver, every month and week and day

One day in a violent storm, he saw the bridge was broken down

And he knew that every person, in the train would drown

Further back along the track furiously waving

His bright red little coat, to stop them for their saving

But frame by frozen frame, as a dream played out so slow

They passed toward destruction, that only he could know

In frantic desperation and trying one last plan

He cut across a shorter way, and for their lives he ran

Lungs that burst for air, and muscles screaming pain

He realized his loss would be their greatest gain

As the train approached, brakes shrieking, sparking, sliding

It stopped before the bridge and the death that dusk was hiding

His jacket fluttering in the breeze, not just by dye, it red

He freely gave his life, his blood a gift he bled

Will you apply the brakes, when you see the warning waving?

Or will you crush them by the way, to the peril of your saving?

What stubborn pride and selfishness, with indifferent calloused heart

Would still race toward destruction knowing Christ has done His part

Standing on the track today, Christ still lays upon the altar

One last chance before the chasm, for those we love who falter

The bloodied Word by faith is still waving in the wind

Providing grace for those who want to turn away from sin.