I journeyed down this road
Carrying my load
Of weariness, pain
Nothing to gain
But heart ache, and more of the same
Then there was this twitch,
This itch, maybe a stitch
A pain in my side,
When this dude offered me a ride
In his junky wheels
Windows so dirty, he must of drove by feel.
Normally a loner, I would be a goner
From his sight
But the pain inside
Made me say “alright”.
I got in…
I got in
And then it began…….
The dirt on the windows seemed thick as paste
I tried to roll the windows; that time was a waste.
Silence muscled me down
Into the plush seat of down;
Noticed a window between me and the front’s muted sound.
Sweat made a face mask
As nervously, I asked
“Hey, dude, what’s your game?
Then when I asked “ Man what’s your name?”
The answer, like a thunder “bam!”
I jumped from the sound
Bumped the window twisting around
And a smudge of dirt
Spread on my shirt;
And I saw, looking out, a hill
With thousands of people,
And a man at the top;
From what I saw, I sensed hope
And love being traded
One for one;
Now curious, I wiped more
Of the dirt from the window, and sure
Enough, another scene from a river’s shore
Where the wind tossed
Waves; bossed about a boat
Where fishermen rode
It out…then I heard a shout…
And the water was at peace.
My jaw dropped down.
The boat men were pointing not to the ground
But to the water now calm
Where the same man, with outstretched palm
Stood on the water, as if only his love mattered,
Beckoning me to walk from the ground,
To stand by him, without a sound.
Well, now my heart was beating;
I was sweating;
I was even contemplating
Jumping from the moving car…
But that would be going too far.
I recognized the man,
The perfect plan
From childhood memories;
Childhood histories; stories of mystery,
That I never quite understood.
As these memories came in a rush
In the cars hush,
I slowly took my shirt
And removed the dirt
To see who this strange driver could be…
Only to see …
Three crosses on a hill,
Moving closer, until
In plain sight, I could view
The same man I new
In the middle, bleeding for me and you…
Crying in agony for me and you
Dying in agony, saying “they know not what they do”
I stared, filled with awe and guilt,
And noticed the movement of the car I no longer felt.
It was gone, disappeared
As was all that I had feared.
For I heard the words from the Mount;
And was washed by His tears of all doubt;
Begged forgiveness, cleansing of my sins;
I took his outstretched hand,
On His living water, reborn again.