The Train - Written for Anna

You started out on the "wrong side of the tracks" - left for no use or need. You were the caboose - last in line - the forgotten  one - the least of the carts. Your exterior was rough, dry, scratched, and bruised. Markings that couldn't be explained. You had been derailed and sent to the train yard to rust. As you sat waiting alone, "The Great Conductor"  saw your potential and beauty. He commissioned another engine and his carts to give you a "lift" so that you would have a place to BELONG. You would no longer be the rusty caboose. You would soon move to the front of the line and have a place to call your own.  Your bruises would fade, your scratches would heal, and "The Great Conductor" would give you a shiny,new paint job as you found your place in line. Now, you are a cart with purpose that's securely fastened to a train that needs you. You are headed in a direction that leads you to new adventures and abundant life. Enjoy the ride!

Written for my adopted daughter (Anna) who I love dearly (to infinity and beyond and back). Praising God for bringing her into my life.