The trains whistle as they pass through our populations. I can hear their wheels clattering along the tracks. Time has no meaning to these sounds. Closing my eyes I can imagine them to be making the same sound even a couple hundred years back. These tracks crisscross our nation.
The whistles and wheels seem louder than I’ve ever noticed before. I stop to think of what a train really brings. There is power. There is supply. There is expectation. They also bring people. Weather does not stop them. Traffic is halted at their coming. They are a major resource for our nation.
When I hear these whistles and wheels I know it’s just a natural symptom of something supernaturally coming forth. It’s coming to a city or town you live in. The King is bringing everything we need.