Treasure Island

Tim Rawson

(March 9,1960- / Weirton, West Virginia)

A Truckers Prayer


Please God I pray to you tonite
As I set out on lifes trail
To keep my family alive and well
And able to read this mail

Watch over them for me I pray
And keep an eye on me
No telling when I'll be back home again
But again we'll be family

The roads I ride are dark and cold
Let them know I'm ok
I'll think of them as I make my way
Down lifes long lonely highway

I'm needed there to do a job
Both near and far away
Keep them safe please God
And out of harms way

Cause I'll be back, they know I will
When this run is complete
To share the love and the joy we have
And get back to our lifes treat

Submitted: Monday, October 13, 2008

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