A Train Went By


“A Train Went By”            Mark Ettinger

 

It was early September when I first saw Amber – standing along a dirt  road

A soft breeze was blowing – the  clouds were  all glowing  – Her hair was tied up in a bow

It couldn’t be clearer – I had to be near her

So I took a great step of faith

I walked up beside her and her eyes were brighter

Than the sun that shined on her face

 

And the birds flew through the air

As the wind blew through her hair

So I moved  the hair from her eye

And a train went by

 

My heart was romancing and I thought of dancing

So I asked if she’d like to go

She started swaying with no music playing

Twirling around nice and slow

Then we moved together and I thought – forever

When she looked deep into my eyes

She told me  she’d love to

And I thought – I love you

From then on I was mesmerized

 

 

 

The whole town was talking – while we were out walking

They all said that we’re such a sight

The people were betting – that there’d  be a wedding

Turned out the people were right

It wasn’t much longer – that our  love was stronger

That  nothing could  keep us apart

Without hesitation – I asked  her  the question

And that day she gave  me her  heart

 

As  her words caressed my ears

My eyes were filled with  tears

So  she wiped a tear from my eye

And a train went by

 

And the clouds were drifting by

The clouds that paint the blue sky

And I felt  like I could fly

And a train went by

As the birds flew through the air

And the wind blew through her hair

As I moved  the hair from her eye

A  train went by – a train went by.

 

I Remember You


I’ve been here before – I’ll be here some more

A need to be near – Or just shed a tear

I try to recall – A piece of it all

And sometimes I try – But I just can’t cry

I’m here, I’m not there – And it’s just not fair

Until I recall – a piece of it all

And I remember – I remember you

And I remember – Things we used to do

I’m there, I’m not here

And I remember – I remember you

I remember me

I’ve been here before – I’ll be back for more

And I’ll remember

“God, You love me”


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I sleep and You love me

I wake and You love me

I call and You love me

I fall and You love me

I try and You love me

I cry and You love me

I’m hopeless, You love me

I’m faithless, You love me

God, You love me

Just as I am

 

Rather than Judging


 

 

 

 

 

 

Judging points out the thorn and misses  the rose

It sees the wrong stroke on a beautiful painting – blind to the artist’s heart

Judging finds the crooked stitch on a quilt – removing its warmth

It shows the chip out of a wooden chair – not as a place to sit and rest

When you judge – you become the thorn

You paint the wrong stroke

You sew the crooked stitch

You become the tool that chips the wood

You could be the softness and the scent of that rose – drawing others near

You could be the pallet and the vastness of its colors – brushing beauty

You could be a thread that weaves us together

You could polish the grain of the wood – allowing the tree to live again

Rather than judging – choose to be the painting of the rose on the quilt

over the chair.