The doctor,
advised my wife,
to get me out some days
to drive my blues away.
The road was rough,
and rutty you might say,
Like this journey
we call life’s highway,
we find ruts,
we find pot holes,
that Satan our foe
places in our way.
Thank you, Jesus,
our SAVIOR and our KING,
for redeeming our souls,
and making us free,
that is why we can sing
now and for eternity.