TRUCKER'S PRAYER 2

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Lord, this highway's been my church,

White lines carved into the dirt.

I've worn out boots and burned out dreams,

Still chasing hope through diesel screams.

Every mile's another scar,

Every night's beneath the stars.

I've buried friends where crosses stand,

With nothing but this wheel in my hands.

So if You hear this old CB,

Lord, send a little grace to me.

Keep these tired hands steady on the wheel,

When the rain and darkness hide what's real.

Guide these headlights through the storm tonight,

Be my compass, be my light.

Watch over every soul that rolls,

Every lonely heart on endless roads.

And if my final mile should come someday...

Lord, let me ride Your highway home.

Amen.

I've seen sunrise through frozen glass,

Watched whole lifetimes fade too fast.

Missed birthdays, weddings, children's tears,

Trading home for freight and gears.

But every load I haul with pride,

You're the unseen One beside.

When the mountain grades are cold and steep,

You're the promise that I keep.

When my faith runs low on empty tanks,

I still whisper, "Lord... thanks."

Keep these tired hands steady on the wheel,

When the rain and darkness hide what's real.

Guide these headlights through the storm tonight,

Be my compass, be my light.

Watch over every soul that rolls,

Every lonely heart on endless roads.

And if my final mile should come someday...

Lord, let me ride Your highway home.

Forgive my anger.

Forgive my pride.

I've wrestled demons on midnight drives.

I've cursed the wind... I've cursed my pain...

But somehow You still called my name.

So if I fall where no one knows,

Where only diesel engines moan,

Wrap me in that Southern sky...

And carry this old trucker high.

Keep my family in Your hands,

Though I'm a thousand miles from where they stand.

Bless every driver passing through,

The old, the young, the tried and true.

Give the weary strength to carry on,

Until another breaking dawn.

And when You call me from this road...

Don't let me walk alone.

Lord...

Until my logbook's finally closed...

Until these old tires stop their song...

Keep my heart humble...

Keep my eyes open...

Keep my brothers and sisters safe...

And when my last load has been delivered...

Let Heaven have a parking place...

For one more trucker.

Amen.

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