Our oldest son's an asphalt jockey
He travels this country far and wide,
That gear jamming, log cramming son of ours
Rides with a guardian angel by his side.

I know an angel rides that eighteen wheeler
He's there from dawn to setting sun,
They've traveled miles and miles together,
That guardian angel and our oldest son !

He was there at the top of the mountain
When stopping that big rig all but failed,
Had it not been for his protection,
It would have, no doubt, been the end of the trail.

He was there when the 'head-on' crash came,
That he's ever present, there is no doubt,
To those who may be a bit skeptical;
That's what being a Christian is all about !

We know you can handle that eighteen wheeler, son;
It's the unseen dangers that make our blood run cold,
Perhaps it's a lack of faith that makes us worry;
Though we trust your guardian angel's in control !

It's only human nature for us to be concerned
Since you're not the only gear jammer on the road,
All we can do is trust your safety to our Savior,
And rest assured your angel rides on every load !

We only show concern because we love you, son;
We pray because that's all we can do,
When you pull into a truckstop, call us,
Whenever, we'll be waiting to hear from you !

So, son, keep your eyes on the highway
And every mile you drive, to God be true,
And as you travel the highways and byways,
Pray a prayer that God will see you safely through !

When you're cruising down the turnpike and expressways
Burning up the road in that eighteen wheel hot rod,
Don't forget, turn off that C.B. now and then,
And take time out now and then to talk to God !
 
 

                                              Carl L. Hempen