Train Whistle

Love that sweet, sweet sound we hear,
Of a freight train rolling, far or near.

A distant whistle blowing, soothes the soul,
Like a long, lost friend of long, long ago.

A railway runs through the valley below,
Thus, boxcars are clattering when they roll'n roll.

Train whistles seemingly remind me of,
The omnipresent power of our God of love.

Locomotives'n The Lord spark peaceful ponders,
Of grandeur, eternity, and heavenly wanders.