The truckdriver had just unhitched from his last earthly load
He traveled many a mile up and down life's weary road.
His eyes closed in peaceful rest, seems he was almost in a hurry,
He was making his last homeward run up that blazing trail to Glory.
He geared down to make the climb as the Pearly Gates came into sight,
He cruised along the golden avenue in the land of endless light.
The tired and weary trucker sighed, he was almost moved to tears,
He said, "I've waited for this day for nigh on fifty years.
I was taught when just a youngster, to seek the Lord on bended knees,
I've not always lived as I should but, Lord, it's been my aim to please."

Jesus said, "I bid you welcome, son, I watched while on earth you roamed,
And now my wandering child, I've chosen to call you home."

"No more traffic lights to fight from dawn to setting sun,
No more grueling traffic jams, no more all night hauls to run.
No more weight station rip offs to cut my profits down,
No more speed traps to plague me in every little off beat town.
No more nights without eating, nor a warm place to lay my head,
No more hasty home departure, no more unkind words to be said.
No more flat tires to contend with, no more driving come hail or rain,
No more pep pills to keep me awake, no more drugs to drive my weary brain.
No more fears of sweeping hillsides, no more worries my brakes might fail,
No more sleet or ice to drive on, no more fatigue on the dreary trail.
No more threats in my waning years, no more 'sorry, you've been fired',
No more 'I'm sorry, you're too old', no more 'a younger man's been hired'.
No more foolish sidewalk drunkards to make me cringe in fright,
For fear he'll step in front of my headlights some lonely night.
No more Monday morning madness when I miss my load of freight,
No more rushing to be on schedule, no more cursing when I'm late.
No more dead beat cops to bribe so their pockets I might fill,
No, that's all behind me, praise God, when I reached the crest of that last hill.
Trucker friend, if you're not ready, to pay close attention to my story,
When you've traveled your last mile, you'll want to hasten off to Glory.
This may be hard for you to believe but I tell you, my friend, it's true,
If you prepare your soul for Heaven, you're mansion will be waiting for you.
You can truck right up to the Pearly Gates, yes you can travel your last mile,
And the one who's preparing your resting place will say 'Welcome home, My child!' ".
 

                                              Carl L. Hempen