My car headed down the road of life.
Today it was bumpy—full of strife.
I wasn’t sure if I should scream, pitch a fit and cry,
Laugh hysterically, or drive off the cliff and die.
I realize what people would think and say.
Well, I can’t help it! Sometimes I feel that way.
Okay, I really needed help, where should I stop?
Stop? No! Too many crumbs in the kitchen to mop.
I hurried faster and pushed the pedal down.
The quicker, the better getting through this town.
Do you know which town I mean?
The one where no room is clean.
No matter how many times you do the dishes
They multiply like the five loaves and two fishes.
The baby’s finally asleep and my brain’s fried.
I slammed the brakes and pulled over to the side.
Today it was bumpy—full of strife.
I wasn’t sure if I should scream, pitch a fit and cry,
Laugh hysterically, or drive off the cliff and die.
I realize what people would think and say.
Well, I can’t help it! Sometimes I feel that way.
Okay, I really needed help, where should I stop?
Stop? No! Too many crumbs in the kitchen to mop.
I hurried faster and pushed the pedal down.
The quicker, the better getting through this town.
Do you know which town I mean?
The one where no room is clean.
No matter how many times you do the dishes
They multiply like the five loaves and two fishes.
The baby’s finally asleep and my brain’s fried.
I slammed the brakes and pulled over to the side.
But the rest stop is too short lived
My toddler is blowing his lid.
So, I push the pedal back down
Two more years in this toddler’s town
Then my husband comes home and asks for his dinner..
Hmmm… pizza delivery sounds like a winner.
He says, “There’s no money, you have to cook.”
I glare at him, and hand him the cookbook.
My cruise control seems broken so I have to drive
That cliff sounds inviting and where I want to dive
My toddler is blowing his lid.
So, I push the pedal back down
Two more years in this toddler’s town
Then my husband comes home and asks for his dinner..
Hmmm… pizza delivery sounds like a winner.
He says, “There’s no money, you have to cook.”
I glare at him, and hand him the cookbook.
My cruise control seems broken so I have to drive
That cliff sounds inviting and where I want to dive
“God, are you listening? I’m so very tired.
This job—well—I don’t want it, can I be fired?
I need your strength to get through this day.
Just a little help, what do you say?
I saw a road sign ahead,
This job—well—I don’t want it, can I be fired?
I need your strength to get through this day.
Just a little help, what do you say?
I saw a road sign ahead,
“Leave your cares behind,” it said.
I turned and saw the road led into the sky
The heavens opened and I began to cry
This was the rest stop I really needed
I turned and saw the road led into the sky
The heavens opened and I began to cry
This was the rest stop I really needed
“Let me stay here!” I desperately pleaded.
“Sure, my child. Rest your head for awhile.
Today you’ve traveled so many miles.”
I rested and knew this was the place to be.
Tomorrow I would stop here first, here I’d flee.
Something happens when in Jesus you rest.
It is only then that you drive your best.Today you’ve traveled so many miles.”
I rested and knew this was the place to be.
Tomorrow I would stop here first, here I’d flee.
Something happens when in Jesus you rest.
Come to me, all you who are
weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn
from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your
souls.
~Matthew 11:28-29 NIV
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