Here on earth I've
not been rich,
Little money that is
green...
Yet I yearn to buy a
ticket,
To a place
I've never seen.
Where it is quiet and
peaceful,
They say it's
so serene...
I have heard that it's called
Heaven,
With slates all bright
and clean.
So I sat and waited
patiently,
For the next train down the
track...
It seemed not long until I
heard,
The noise of big wheels'
clack.
And then it came to screeching
halt,
The conductor stepped right
down...
"Please sir, what is the price
to ride,
This train if
it's Heaven bound?
I haven't always gone to
Church,
Nor even paid my
tithes...
My own mark in this world down
here,
Has been of smallest
size.
But I've never passed a man in
need,
I've done all I could
do...
If nothing more than share
some tears,
Console with kind words
too.
So please sir, would you be so
kind,
To quote me now the
price?"
He looked at me with kindly
smile,
Said, "Good deeds will
suffice.
For this train is Heaven's
Special,
A seat cannot be
bought...
Instead it's earned
with the good things,
You've done and have been
taught.
I have a list of all the
names,
We're picking up
today...
Your name is not here at this
time,
Check back
another day."
As the train took it's
departure,
I felt lift of my
load...
I know now what it takes
to ride,
The Heaven's Special
Road.
(c) 09/05/05 Loree
(Mason) O'Neil
Midi playing is: Life is Like
A Mountain Railroad
