The Ride
At first ...
... I saw God as my observer, my judge,
keeping track of the things
I did wrong.
Determining whether I deserved heaven or hell when I die.
He was out there - sort of like a president.
I recognized His picture when I
saw it,
but I really didn't know Him.
Later on when I met Christ...
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... it seemed as though life was like a bike ride.
It was a tandem bike,
and Christ was in the back helping me pedal.
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I don't
know just when it was that He suggested we change places,
but life has not
been the same since.
When I had control, I knew the way. It was rather boring,
but predictable
it was the shortest distance between two points.
But when He took the
lead,
He knew delightful long cuts,
up mountains, and through rocky places
at breakneck speeds.
It was all I could do to hang on!
Even though it looked like madness,
He said, "Pedal!"
I worried and was
anxious and asked,
"Where are you taking me?"
He laughed and didn't
answer,
and I started to learn to trust.
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I forgot my boring life.
I entered into the adventure,
and when I'd say, "I'm scared,"
He'd lean back
and touch my hand.
I gained love, peace, acceptance and joy;
gifts to take
on my journey,
My Lord's and mine.
And we were off again.
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He said, "Give the gifts away.
They're extra baggage, too much weight."
So I did, to the people we met,
and I found that in giving I received,
and still our burden was light.
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I did not trust Him, at first,
in control of my life.
I thought He'd wreck
it;
but he knows bike secrets,
knows how to make it bend to take sharp corners,
knows how to jump to clear high rocks,
knows how to fly to shorten, scary passages.
And I am learning to shut up
and pedal in the strangest places,
and I'm beginning to enjoy the view
and the cool breeze on my face
with my delightful constant companion, Jesus Christ.
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And when I'm sure I just can't do it anymore,
He just smiles and says...
"Pedal."
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