Car Seat

Tongue tied, nerves as big as boulders

Why Mom, I thought I was your soldier

My brother sits by me

Buckled into the carseat

Feel the thirst, it's time for pulling over

Into the truckstop on my daddy's shoulder

Out back where they plant all the trees

Ten feet away my daddy buries me

GOD'S PRESENTS

If my path be smooth or rugged

If with thorns or roses strewn

Where I go the Father seeith

And He will leave me not alone

If I take the wings of morning

Far within the giant sea

Even there His hand will leave me

Even there my God will be

Though the gloom of night be round me

Though I cannot see my way

Yet the Lord will see and guide me

Because unto Him the night is day

If my thought are good or evil

Set me think to hide them not

There is one above all seeing

And He beholdth every thought

And ever more my eyes beholds me

And all my ways to Him are known

And His loving arms enfolds me

He will leave me not alone

God's Presents was written by Blanche Bridge on February 11, 1884