Eventually the Smooth Ride

Decisions have come

All fussing begone

For you Lord, are driving this car.

Past efforts of self

Pulled down from the shelf

Had not got the journey too far.

Like Hansel of lore

With Gretl implored

Let's lay down some breadcrumbs, a guide

But birds ate the whole.

Then dangers unfold.

Calm hands from above smoothed  the ride.

Don't let pride invade

The best plans you've made

Have not kept the Chev on the road.

So look up dear friend

On Father depend

And stop trying to haul all the load.

Yessirr

Just stop trying to haul all the load.