With His Air

With His Air Sometimes when deep in much doubt; We can't find way or any air to let out Of sail yet tire is still over-inflated Forget trip for it may be ill-fated. All of facts and figures did collect; Son of God we were sure to select As His answers became more clear Now that Lord who we love is near. He's there when we need Him the most; No matter what is always a perfect host; When bad or out of fence we have been Savior Jesus surely lets us back in again. When we forget spare or can't fix a flat And months in driveway car has sat Allow Jesus to return with all of His air; For lost souls, He has so much to spare. jthorn5656@atmc.net