Jesus Paid My Travel Expense

I stood at the station puzzled and confused,

I knew not where I was going; don’t be amused,

And even if I knew I still had no ticket

So I just stood there and stared; can you dig it?

Not my first travel; that you should know

But on this occasion where should I go?

In my mind I pondered it and then I realized

This journey was really about my demise.

I had lived my life pretty much carefree,

There was scarcely a destination I did not see,

I felt good being able to go most anywhere,

I had the funds and I had the time to spare.

The question of origin didn’t cross my mind

And the issue of destination was what people opined,

That philosophical hogwash was not for me

I was as free as a bird and as busy as a bee.

That it could end in a flash was never a thought,

I had the means to buy what needed to be bought,

If money was the problem then I had no problem,

All of the problems I faced money could solve them.

“Why am I here?”  That pretty much I knew,

“Grab and get all within my purview,

Life was a game like the game of monopoly

Take care of you and then forget everybody.”

I used everybody as a foothold or hand up

People merely existed to replenish my cup,

The crumbs that dropped were theirs for the taking

But none of them was to make what I was making.

Something, I don’t quite remember what

Trigger my thoughts regarding my lot,

It was then that I confessed my precarious spot

My philosophy in life was a heap of rot.

The money I possessed was of no use now

I needed to get a pass for this journey somehow,

It could not be purchased by money or status

I had to make contact with someone named Jesus.

  

I was told that he had already paid the price

And the cost to him was his inordinate sacrifice,

I began to think on what terms I could apply

And whether there was anything I would have to supply.

I was taken back when I was told, “Come as you are,

It doesn’t matter how badly you are scarred,

His broken body was given for me

And his poured out blood took care of my fee.

It cost him everything so I could travel free

But I must apply in person; could be no one but me;

Not my father or mother, my spouse or my friend

Concerning my eternity I must personally attend.

Only two destinations: it’s heaven or hell

Obtaining the blood pass would do me well,

That was the travel expense that Jesus paid for me

So that with him I could spend eternity.

Suddenly I was no longer puzzled and confused,

I could be on heaven’s train if I should choose,

I procured heaven’s pass dipped in Christ’s blood

At that station in life right where I stood.

You see heaven’s train passes through this life,

One must board here in the midst of its strife

After earth’s sojourn there’s no chance to board

And for that lost soul only hell is in store.

If you are reading this and you are not on board

Call on Jesus while there’s still that open door,

Get his blood pass and be rid of your sin

Climb on board and enjoy life’s ride with him.

Stewart Russell © April 2017