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.

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