I hope we’re not driving
Asking God for directions
Ignoring mile markers
Lighted exit signs passed over
Rest areas avoided
Instead of paying attention.
Sometimes I think we’re out of gas
Swerving without reason about to crash
Simply driving eyes closed hands on the dash
Sleeping with heavy feet speeding too fast.
Far from stability or celebrations
Too afraid to pray and ask our location
But I rather know the truth then keep Heaven waiting
Gotta arrive spotless and blameless
Can’t be foolish better know God’s will for us can’t be aimless.