I watch the world pass.
This road is my life, and
I'm not driving myself.
I watch the fields and
The forests fall away;
Rolling hills lifting,
Valleys hindering me.
Every new scene is
Bright and beautiful,
But there's something
In every shadow.
I'm scared to death
That I'll never see
What's hiding there,
But I can't bear to know.
As the days zip past
My rear view mirror,
I think I can see Him--
The driver of my car.
He is watching me
As He watches the road;
Fully alert and in love
With what He sees.
He sees my fear and
He comforts me, and
I fall asleep safe here
In His warm caress.
He eyes the shadows
And they retreat,
Scared to death of
Death Himself here.
He reaches His hand
And I grasp it, now
Completely sure that
My road is straight.
Though narrow,
The way is right.
The light shines
And I am alive.
mmmmmmmmm I love it!!!!
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