Highway Man 2

All is quiet on the dark road.

I am talking about the highway that goes through the desert.

I am talking about the highway know for the lives it took.

It looks as though this highway has not been paved in fifty years.

It is full of turns,

among other obstacles.

Still, this is the highway I must take to reach my destination.

I am not afraid.

However, I maybe a little nervous.

 Not long before I start walking,

does the sun go down.

"The Lord is my Shepherd I shall not want...",

I begin to say.

I have had to hide biker gangs,

Avoid a crazy man and his son,

and was even involves with an actual fight with a wolf.

I will not lie though.

I had also seen my share of good Samaritans.

Had it not have been for a nice older gentleman,

I would have went three days without water,

and a week without food.

There have been plenty of times that I have been left for dead.

Oh this wretched highway.

Why did I ever cross you.

Still I press on toward the prize of the up-ward call that is God in Christ Jesus.

I am one man going against wild people and wild animals.

There were plenty of times when I accidentally made a wrong turn,

and went miles from the highway.

Yet the Lord, full of grace, led me back to the highway.

I will keep fighting for everything I have worked hard for,

and yet when I reach my destination, I will leave it all behind.



  • Tony36

    Great write

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