Old stream train engine

A Wayward Son

          God moves in a mysterious way,
          His wonders to perform;
          He plants His footsteps in the sea,
          and rides upon the storm...
             --William Cowper--

          Though her dear son was only 12,
          rebellion filled his heart,
          she tried to take him to her church
          but he would not take part.
          His drifter-dad abandoned them,
          he left without a word,
          she tried to speak well of the man
          but her words went unheard.
          And ever since, her only son
          had suddenly turned cruel,
          he kicked the dog, he sassed his mom,
          he bullied kids at school.
          And then one morn she woke to find
          that he had run away,
          she quickly got down on her knees
          and started in to pray.
          "Protect my son, my wayward son,
          and let him know You care,
          I place my son in Your strong hands,"
          this was her fervent prayer.
          The train was racing through the fog,
          a stowaway on board,
          the mother wakes from fitful sleep
          and calls upon the Lord.
          "I know my son's in trouble, Lord,
          I feel it in my soul,
          I'm asking You to cover him,
          I'm giving You control."
          The fog is growing thicker now
          and just around the ridge,
          the engineer expects to find
          the old Charles River Bridge.
          But through the thickened fog appears
          a clear sign of the cross,
          he takes it as a warning from
          his Sovereign Heavenly Boss.
          Quite startled to his very core,
          he quickly hits the brakes,
          the great train shrieks in protest,
          and comes to stop, mid shakes.
          His night assistant walks the tracks
          and then gives out a shout,
          the words slice sharply through the fog:
          "Charles River Bridge is out!"
          The miracle that saved their lives?
          stuck to the train's headlight,
          a great enormous dragonfly,
          impaled thereon, mid-flight.
          Its silhouette projected
          to the fog a cross so plain,
          the Lord used that huge dragonfly
          to stop a moving train!
          The wayward son's a pastor now,
          each week a bigger crowd,
          he preaches with conviction
          and he does his mother proud.
          "Protect my son, my wayward son,
          and let him know You care,
          I place my son in Your strong hands,"
          this was her fervent prayer.

~ Connie ~

"For My thoughts are not your thoughts,
neither are your ways My ways, saith the LORD.
For as the heavens are higher than the earth,
so are My ways higher than your ways,
and My thoughts than your thoughts."
(Isaiah 55:8-9 KJV)
Loosely based on "Easter Miracle"
drawn by Ray Willner
Buster Brown Comic Book

[ by: Connie Hinnen Cook Copyright © 2006 (cjcook@mynewroads.com) -- from Connie Hinnen Cook ]


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