Driving through town just my boy and me. With a happy meal in his booster seat. Knowing that he couldn't have the toy. Till his nuggets were gone. Green traffic light turned straight to red.
I find no hope within to call my own. For I am frail of heart,. my streng this gone. But deep within my soul is rising up a song Here in the comfort of the faithful one I walk a narrow road through valleys deep In search of higher ground, on mountains steep And though with feet unsure, I still keep pressing on.For I am guided by the faithful one.
Somewhere between faith and prayer. There are hopes and dreams. Still unopened. But I know You are waiting there. To give me more than I could imagine.
Mud grips white-tip. Cigar stickin' out of my face. Earnhardt racing sticker on the window. Banged up fender. 4x4, straight pipe roar. Primer and rust all over the door.
Lord, here's my offering. You are the One that takes what I bring. And somehow uses it. For Your glory, for Your glory. . It don't add up but somehow its enough.