My God is Like a Freight Train

 

My God is Like a Freight Train

I speak as to how I feel about the God who is as tough as steel.

Some say that his heart is larger than all having feelings for the small,

but I have seen other. I look to him as he charges down through history,

shooting steam from his stack as he moves forth across the tracks of

life that seem to resemble lives from the past.

I see him as he leaves the station, setting out into time itself, hoping to

keep his living faith, living in us, alive and well. This powerful, monstrous in size

behemoth- to it there is no stopping. I wish I could stop it... it charges at

ramming speed toward a destination that I cannot see.

Where is he going (I shout) will he only bring to a shambles all

that stand in his way? I wonder if he sees what he is doing.

My God is like a freight train that has no definite destination other than

to win the heart of man. Like a spring day, I come along the path not

expecting to be consumed by his might. Some say that he only goes

where he is invited but I have seen other. He stands in the shadow when

death is near. He lurks in the background when sadness befalls one.

He hides when answers are due and he is silent as I call to him and ask "Why?"

My God is like a freight train as he brushes past my sin and falls me to the ground. I ask how long I should stay down so that he would not crush me, he answers not. I ask if I may come to him in the need of my heart?

He says, "If you can come in humility?" and so I try.

Why do I see him like this you ask. To take a look around you would

yield the answer. Sin was let into this world so that we would know the difference between it and good. Death was allowed so that we would appreciate life. The devil was allowed so that we would run and cling to him who is

the Divine in all the heavens.

He is bold, he has a plan and it is determined to be known. He is

convinced that love is the way and lavishes it upon humankind. My God

is like a freight train and there is no stopping him. His son fell on that dreadful

day as testament to the extent of burning and yearnings of a God who is

like a man gone mad with his lust for love.

Can we not see that there is no other than thee?

Can we not fathom that it be possible to expose your bleeding

heart to the world? What is your power, your energy? What gives you the grit

and raw willingness to raise your hand and protect us from harm when you know

full well that we do not regard the gift you have given?

That is why my God is like a freight train, he runs at full steam and breaks through all barriers that lay across his path. He shall...he must... for our sake's.

Lou Giacona © 2022