Fuel Station

Switch off the sat nav

We know better

Next left for our desires

And follow the highway to destruction

 

The warning signs flash

Crying for us to make a U-turn

But we turn it to mute

And we shut out the small, still voice

 

We do stop at the fuel station

For our weekly top up

But we invest as little as we can

A token gesture to ease our conscience

 

The car judders to a halt

As the engine begins to break down

We finally break our silence

And we call out to God

 

As He draws near to the window

We quickly lock the door

Though there is tenderness in His eyes

Our grip tightens on the wheel

 

We beg Him to mend us

To get our lives running again

We cry out about our problems

But we know the problem is really us

 

The fuel tank is empty

The engine ruined

No more pretending now

It is time to give up the wheel