Have you ever wondered if this trip will be your last? What kind of mood were you in when you left the house? Did you tell the kids you love them? Did you walk out the door without telling your other half how much they mean to you? I know it sounds morbid, but these are questions worth asking. And here are some more. If this is your last trip, where are you going next? Are you worm dirt, or do you know your Creator? As a Christian, I believe in repentance and faith in our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ who died for our sins and made it possible for us to have eternal life with Him in heaven. I know we don’t all believe the same things, but I’d be willing to bet that most of us take our time here for granted. I’m guilty of that, too. And, contrary to the skewed false prophesies of some people in the news recently, the Bible says no one knows the day or the hour that Jesus is coming back. Likewise, no one knows, when they step out the door, if they are coming back home. You just never know. This poem is about a driver who left home and didn’t realize that he wasn’t coming back. It’s a sad story but, then again, so was Red Sovine’s “Teddy Bear” and other old classic trucker tales. I encourage you to strengthen your relationships, at home and with your friends, and/or with your Creator before you put that truck in gear, my friends. You just never know when you’ll be rolling home.
By Trevor Hardwick
You embrace with me, as I leave our home,
I’m heading for the highway.
You have packed my things, and wear a smile,
In your hands, my face you hold.
You have called my name, and I turn around,
Your eyes and hair are shining.
Won’t you stay with me, for a little while,
Before you head out in the cold?
Oh my lovely girl! Won’t you dry your eyes,
I hate to leave you crying.
I’ll be back someday, and it won’t be long,
I’ve just got to take this load.
When I see your face, in the dashboard light,
I picture you beside me.
And I talk to you, as the truck rolls on,
Oh, the stories I have told.
Then SUDDENLY, thunder and lightening,
And all at once, something sounds broken!
I swear, I held with all my might,
But the tractor left the road.
As the rain fell down, on this twisted pile,
I heard the angels calling.
I resisted some, but the pain soon left,
And I felt my spirit pulled.
In His arms I fell, when I saw Him smile,
I knew Him as my Father.
Then He picked me up and He said, well done,
It was time that you came home.
You’ll remember me, when the big trucks roll,
Their lights and chrome are shining.
If you think of me, won’t you wear a smile,
And remember days of old.
When the sun goes down, the shadows stretch,
Across a lonely highway.
If you listen close, you will hear the sound,
Of a trucker rolling home.