The Ride
The Ride
As the hands of time slowly take its toll on us,
Without our permission we’re simply placed upon that bus.
We’re driven down life’s highway full of unseen disasters,
Roads filled with obstacles and no guide or fellow forecasters.
We stay on that highway till it’s time for us to leave,
So when that bus stops for me I ask you not to grieve.
For I have reached my destination a million miles away,
And transported to a better place, this bright and shiny day.
A place we all are headed for down life’s uncharted roads,
A place where we can lay down all troubles and loose those heavy loads.
Each of us go separate ways but sometimes our paths may cross,
And those special ones we meet on that highway are our greatest loss.
Some of us travel lengthy roads, while others not far at all,
Some don’t really understand why the Master calls.
You see this ride we’re on is to prepare us for that day,
To meet our Lord and Savior who’s waiting by the way.
So have your ticket ready and know where you want to go,
It will be straight and narrow, the Bible tells us so.
Just listen to your heart as Jesus speaks to you,
You’ll know your destination and when this trip is through.
And when this trip is over I hope to see you there,
As our paths must have crossed and you are someone for which I care.
So smile as you cross those paths and know that you can meet anew,
This is not goodbye, just a friendly thought I wish to share with you.
Copyright © Ronald Bingham | Year Posted 2009
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