A U-Turn

Jam packed little brown suitcase Post cards along the way Scenic route seemed right to race Under the sun a thirsty runaway Travailing down the road Sign on truck heavy load Passing by written like wash me A little hand a cross Jesus loves thee moment Thoughts of turning around The world to see it can be found Driving down the byways thinking A road house the stop for drinking Broken glass the hard times are here The running car a getaway Grabbing the girl an excited fear Maybe she will help show the gateway Toll both ahead I have to pay this time Handed change paper fold maybe a rhyme God loves you turn around please A small laugh when read into the breeze Broken heart there she goes lassie sped Got rid of some junk need a place to stay A little more class ran the chassis red Turning into the hotel a friendly café Unpacked to stay a little thru A shot to many heart disarray Grasping the bible to my dismay Scribbled in black and blue U-turn heed post cards along the way Listen now I will show you the way Hearken to me lose not your own soul For I have finished first place I love you so