Sounds from the railroad tracks permeate the stillness of night,

The hoisting of cars to be transported the next morning,

Leaves a lasting impression,

Labor never ends on the railroad,

A force which forged our nation from one end to the other,

The great workhorse for society and industry,

For almost two centuries, she has carved her way across this land,

Through mountains, over rivers, into cities and across the plains,

Linking us as a nation,

Building a country,

As with the immigrant workers who laid the tracks,

Each American serves a greater purpose when part of a team,

God established work at the beginning of time,

It is part of who we are,

We need to work,

We thrive on being useful,

When work becomes laborious and painful,

When we become frustrated and anxious.

When we want out,

Remember that this gift from God, only became that way because of one thing,


Through that one act of disobedience, we now work by the sweat of the brow,

Cutting through the weeds of life,

Using each physical and mental ability,

Often breaking our backs or spirits because of it,


Makes our work burdensome,

But God gives us freedom from our sin,

He gave up everything so that,

We could receive the adoption into His kingdom,

So we could inherit paradise in eternity,

Where we will continue to work,

But it will be without the curse of sin.





As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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2 Responses to LABOR

  1. KIA says:

    The story of how the railroads became American in the 1800s is a fascinating plot of politics and greed. It’s well worth the read. I just did my own railroad post of sorts based on reading yours and thinking of another Convo I had yesterday. Thx for the inspiration

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    • says:

      That is so true. Our country has been built by men of greed, which leads to corruption. The true heroes in this story are the ones who built the empires for these men – the Chinese and Irish immigrants laid most of the rails, pushed through mountains with dynamite and often lost their lives in this pursuit. Thanks for commenting.

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