The Driver’s Seat
Leading Role: God
Supporting Role: Me
Why is it, Love, you hold your hands
flat against your face?
Don’t you know you cannot hide
your tear’s from My embrace?
Yes, my Lord, I know this
but these tears are just plain dumb.
When I say to them stay where you are
they get smart and start to come.
Tell Me now, what made you sad?
What made your heart hurt so?
Sniffle a sniff and catch your breath
then tell Me so I know.
Today I left for church, my Lord,
my friends were meeting me.
I saved 3 seats up front, my Lord,
to hear that Pastor speak.
Those red seats were filling fast,
I looked among the crowd
yet saw no sign of them
my hearty heart began to doubt.
And then I got a text
they would not be on their way,
their GPS was running
nearly 40 minutes late.
I see my Love and I love your heart
how it beats so sweet,
yet the thing you must remember,
I am in the driver’s seat.
I am well aware You drive better than I
though the disappoint hit deep.
Sharing how that Pastor speaks of You
meant so much to me.
It tickles Me so from my crown to my toes,
how your heart it leans toward Me.
How precious your tear’s I hold in My hand
all for the sake of Me.
For it is not a loved one’s death, a sickness
or unanswered prayer you grieve
but the lack of sharing Me with your friend’s
means more than this world to Me.