We rush to get ready,
grab wallet and keys,
unlock the old car door,
ignore the fresh breeze.
We start the small engine,
rotating the key,
then buckle our seat belts,
turn on the AC.
We roll down the window,
the radio hear.
Adjusting the mirrors,
we slip it in gear.
Our lives are so busy,
we hurry a lot -
of 'here and now' errands,
eternity not.
We run to appointments,
we run on a whim,
our souls unimportant -
until we see Him.
