My vagabond soul is stretching the limits of my sanity. Ravaging my spirit and tempting me beyond belief, the urge to move on is tugging on the heartstrings of my soul. I am thinking of different places, smells and sights.
I am thinking this morning of the mountains.
Seem to be experiencing this longing to go to Denver again. Lord, is this going to happen; am I to make a trip to Denver this year? I sure would like to go; it would be so nice to get out of here, if only for a short trip and a little while.
Can this even be possible given the economic conditions in this country right now? Just to get out on the highway for awhile and watch the plains roll by the window, and smell the country air, that would be such a kick or boost for my tired old spirit. Better than Prozac or Valium, a natural boost to clear my mind, fifth gear and seventy-five, high-ballin in overdrive..
One more river to cross, one more mountain to climb, one more valley I gotta go thru, leaving my troubles behind. One more battle with the devil over my sin, I am going to walk with Jesus, and I am going to share my life with Him. Turn up the radio, roll down the window and allow the wind to rush across my face, give me a moment or two, the opportunity to get out of this place.
I long for a two lane highway, after five in the afternoon, they are just about all mine. The farmers and the truckers have settled in for the day, and they leave it all to me. Even the plains of Kansas, endless and mostly devoid of trees, can be a welcome thing to a tired and ragged soul, looking for a watering hole for his spirit. Denver after a trip across the wheat lands and prairies of Kansas shines like a jewel on the horizon. It calls to me like a lost lover in the dark after a summer dance …
Spring time on the plains, wake up and smell the roses.
Nice weather is just around the corner, soon the youngin’s will be frolicking in the sprinkler, and you will be putting some meat on the grill. Time to break out the weed-whacker, the old lawnmower, weeding, planting, and mowing to improve the appearance of the homestead will soon be the order of the day. Reducing your stress and deflating the spare tire you developed sitting around watching the Discovery Channel during the winter months and whiling away the days.
One more river to cross, one more mountain to climb, one more valley I gotta go thru, leaving my troubles behind. One more battle with the devil over my sin, I am going to walk with Jesus, and I am going to share my life with Him. Turn up the radio, roll down the window and allow the wind to rush across my face, give me a moment or two, the opportunity to get out of this place.
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