A thousand faces milling around on the platform of life,
winds twirling around the debris of confusion and strife.
Souls torn and hurt, looking for escape from the pain,
a thousand souls waiting for redemption's train.
Hoping to find that one compartment that might give peace,
a place amongst others where all the turmoil might seize.
Souls willing to hear the cry of desperation when the heart grows full,
souls prepared to reach out and be salvation's pull,
A thousand souls each thinking that maybe there is no way out,
a thousand faces longing for understanding of their plight.
Come, redemption train, and prove a thousand souls wrong,
show them the compassion when souls help each other and make them strong.