-The Wayward Car- Fancy-free the Model T

Revving up and down the road
Showing off its speed
Didn't have a care in the world
Didn't have a need
Just went through the car wash
Polished, shined, and clean
Sparkling in the noon-day sun
Such a shimmering sheen
Buffed-up white-wall tires
Rims that flicker and beam
Dent-free body from bumper to hood
Caramel-colored cream
In all the world there couldn't be
Such a fantastic car
There couldn't be a Model T
That ever made it this far
Heading down the highway
No particular place to go
No destined destination
Just put in drive and GO

A couple of miles down the road,
He made a right-hand turn
The road looked a little lengthy
But he had some fuel to burn
He was in the mood for adventure
And adventure he would find
But turning off the main road
Sometimes can leave us blind
The road was very bumpy
Coarse, and full of holes
So Fancy-free the Model T
Used his full controls
He maneuvered through the roadway
Determined to make it through
But the further he got his engine got HOT
As engines sometimes do
So Fancy-free pulled over
Trying to keep his cool
A bursting radiator
Is not the greatest tool
Sitting by the road-side
He glanced into the mirror
He couldn't believe his weary eyes
Though the sight was clearer and clearer
His body was bruised and broken
His headlights dim and dusty
His caramel-cream instead of a dream
Looked "night-marish" and rusty

Could this be him?
You bet it could
Stopped in his wayward tracks
Without a map and a radiator cap
A Model T with cracks
Now, let's put this in human terms
We've all been there before
Full of pride, a shiny ride
That others can't ignore
We're all spiffed up and polished
Going our own way
Till we wind up demolished
And have to stop and pray
There's always another right-hand turn
We're more than willing to try
We wander off the beaten path
But never out of God's eye
Best thing to do if this happens to you
And you're sitting in the dark
Pull over and wait and contemplate
You can learn a lot in park
Pull over to the side of the road
Let traffic pass you by
Wait patiently upon the Lord
He will heed your cry
Like Fancy-free the Model T
Sometimes we over-heat
The Lord won't leave you sitting there
There's a tow-truck, up the street...

Psalm 40:1 I waited patiently for the Lord, and he inclined to me, and heard my cry.

Book by Bryan Miles

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