Below is the poem entitled With His Air which was written by poet
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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.