God , teach me to slow down. Teach me to listen. Teach me to hear Your whispers as well as Your yells.
Where are the exits to this highway to hell?
I can't take my hands off the wheel
The speed that I travel just can't do me well
Where is some time I can steal?
I can hear all the voices on the radio station
Telling me what to do, what to buy
I'm moving too fast to ask any questions
Or find the right person to ask "why?"
I then hear a gentle voice that urges me to pull over
I do, then I turn off the key
I gather myself into some kind of composure
Realizing my Lord is speaking to me
He shares His advice and a moment of prayer
I swear I feel His hand on my shoulder
Never a believer I wondered "why is He here?"
But this moment was to spiritual to squander
After the encounter I got off of the freeway
And stopped to smell the proverbial roses
My life now has meaning and I'm in control
With God I can take whatever life imposes
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