Some scenes throughout my childhood
Have come floating back to me,
Like riding in the rumble seat
Of our old Model “T.”
We held on for dear life when e’er
We hit a rut or dip,
And every time we climbed inside
‘Twas an exciting trip.
The roads were rough, most were unpaved,
And all were just two-lane,
And they became a quagmire when
There poured a little rain.
We watched for Burma-Shave signs if
We traveled very far.
They helped to ease the boredom felt
From long hours in our car.
The world has changed so much since then –
It taxes memory.
For men have traveled into space,
Above earth’s canopy.
But I am looking forward to
The day my soul shall soar
Into the arms of Christ my Lord,
On Heaven’s golden shore.
It can’t be long until I’ll kneel
At my dear Savior’s feet,
And thank Him for His sacrifice,
That made my life complete.
