I was driving to work on I20 West
And as usual the traffic was an unruly mess -
Here’s where you must past your daily traffic test!
So I did get through with flying colors.
Mastering the course of bumper dodgers,
I got to the place where the open road beckons.
“The road is yours, come on my friend
You’re no longer bound by the traffic blend
Let yourself go – you’re alive again!”
Needing not a second invitation
Already charged with pent-up frustration
The car leapt forward as if in confirmation!
Enjoying the freedom of the open road
I was not above other motorists to goad
Especially since I had no passengers or load.
Then out of the corner of my right eye
There I saw a flicker; something’s awry
But turning my head revealed nothing yet nigh.
Still, out of nowhere came this flashing light
Casting a hue that was menacingly bright
And playing havoc with my euphoric delight.
“Pull over ma’am, pull to the right!”
Came the blaring sound of the policeman’s might.
It confirmed to me that I was in a plight!
“Help me Lord, please help me now!”
I said these words, but I didn’t know how
Since this policeman was wearing a harrowing scowl.
He was angry, there was no doubt.
His eyes screamed even before he opened his mouth.
I had no words, though I wanted to shout:
“I’m so sorry, I know what I did
Is there any room for you to forgive?”
But these words in my throat were hid.
He scolded me about my foolish decision
To drive above the speed restriction
But, funny, he spoke without condemnation.
What he said next, left me undone
He said, “All I wanted was for you to slow down.
You were reckless!” He said out of frustration.
Before he turned to walk away
He said, “Ma’am, don’t ever do this again.
You go ahead, and have a nice day!”
Traveling to and fro, I observe
The place where he pulled me to the curb.
Knowing that were it not for God’s Mercy
The police may not have even seen me.
Perhaps not until he was called to the scene
To fish my body from a waiting ravine.
So many times I fail to see
The Hand of God that shields and guides me
But I give Him thanks everyday
For this policeman that He sent my way.
And to him who was obedient
To be used as God’s willing servant
I ask the Lord to bless him much
And to give his family a special touch.
May this be a lesson to you and me
That the police officer is not our enemy
Many of them are Heaven sent
To protect us when we are on a destructive descent.
The other lesson that we should learn:
We need not race for man’s praise to earn.
So, take your time, slow down; enjoy the scenery
Our eternal rewards await us in Glory!