Driving Miss Daisy

Everyday single day there in rush hour I stop and then I go It's enough to make anyone sour as I'm sure that you know No smiles upon any one of their faces in this doggy dog world There is no room for God's Graces nor the time to be unfurled But as I again hit the brake I suddenly take the time to realize Allowing my own conscious to wake and my soul to spiritualize Driving there in the right lane I just remember this too shall pass Just in praying that I can stay sane as finally I give it a little gas And that guy that goes zipping by I have no mind left to give Having done so in God's eye in being the Judge of how I live To God that time has been given and spent a much better way He's the One who keeps me driven getting through another day Prayer has never failed me yet, but it is myself who is too frail For it is I who will often let another take the wind from my sail So I reach over for the Rosary Beads clenching them in my fist Life is but many deeds, now rush hour can be added to that list