A MOTHER'S SONG TO HER NEWBORN DAUGHTER

     Today while visiting my sister, Doris, she brought out a copy of a song our mother used to sing to her when she was a baby. I would like to share it with you.

Life's Railway to Heaven

     Life is like a mountain railroad with an engineer that's brave. We must make the run successful from the cradle to the grave

    Watch the curves, the fills, and tunnels. Never falter, never fail. Keep your hand upon the throttle and your eyes upon the rail.

     Blessed Savior, Thou will guide us Till we reach that blissful shore. Where the angels wait to join us in that great forevermore.

     As you roll across the trestle, spanning Jordon's swelling tide. You'll behold the Union Depot into which your train will glide. There you will meet the superintendent, God the Father, God the Son. With a hearty joyous greetings: "Weary Pilgrims Welcome Home."