I CARRY A PASSENGER
Over the years I have traveled to far places
and yes, indeed, there have been many cases
of death-striking situations and terrible fear,
of not living through another year.
My type of travel is very unique,
it cannot be achieved by those who are weak.
A heart of courage and moral character indeed
may only over shadow the rider with greed.
I’ve been through a lot, I can vouch for that,
from north to south and all the way back.
Through cold weather, thunderstorms, tornado watches too,
I’ve managed to survive, somehow I’ve pulled through.
I ride a motorcycle, I don’t ride alone.
I carry a passenger, He is king of a great throne.
He climbed Mt. Washington with me, the highest mountain in the east,
And four times cross country – to say the least.
From United States to Canada and around Niagara Falls,
my passenger and I have had some close calls.
Yet we continue to travel – He shows me the way,
the beauty of nature He has blessed, I witness it day after day.
My friend, my partner, my guider, my light –
He rides with me on the road, through day and night.
I’ve seen so much of his world, he rides with me through prayers,
I’ll never ride without the good man upstairs.
Cycling is dangerous, I’m the first to admit,
it’s a challenge, oh yes, anytime you could be hit;
But as long as I have eyes to see and a heart to survive,
I’ll ride with my passenger and continue to strive.
Someday He will take me for a ride,
it may be quarter to seven,
but time will not matter –
I will be on the stairway to heaven.