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Truck Driver's Prayer
Dear God above,
Please bless this truck I drive,
Help me to keep someone alive,
Be my mortal sight this day,
On streets where little children play,
Bless my helper, fast asleep,
When the night is long and deep,
Keep my cargo safe and sound,
As the hands of time go around,
Make my judgement sound as steel,
Be my hands upon the wheel,
Bless the traveler going past,
Teach him not to go so fast,
Give me strength for every trip,
So I may care for what they ship,
Make me mindful every mile,
That life is just for a little while.
Amen
Author Unknown
Given to me by Jeremy Peterlin
1977 - 2002
 The Trucker
He called his dispatcher to get his next load,
He was tired and hungry, still out on the road.
His sweetheart was lonely and feeling sad,
This was the only life they had.
Carrying freight to the next destination,
Keepin' things moving in this great nation.
He had diesel running in his veins,
She loved him and she never complained.
Five minutes, five hours or maybe five days,
He'd always make it back home some way.
He'd hold her tight and then kiss her good-bye,
He loved the road and she understood why.
Mountains and lakes to see along the way,
No boss man yelling at him all day.
Helping people to get the things they need,
He was proud and he had his own mouths to feed.
The life of a trucker is hard to understand,
They don't find much praise in this great land.
It's a job that not just anyone could do,
So don't get upset when they're in front of you.
They might be tired or missing family at home,
They've been in that truck for days all alone.
Flash them a smile, they're just like you,
Trucking down the highway is the job they do.
Dianna Doles Petry
© 2003
Ode To Truckers
We don't realize how important they are,
Out on the interstate in front of our cars.
We get angry when they travel up a hill slow,
What they go through, most people never know.
Deadlines and commitments delivering freight,
Worries on his mind about breakage and weight.
A dispatcher sending him all over the place,
He misses his wife and his son's smiling face.
Listening to the radio, trying to stay on time,
Someone forces him to try stopping on a dime.
Traveling around in all kinds of weather,
Sitting in that seat until his bottom feels like leather.
It pays the bills and makes him feel good,
Even if he doesn't get the respect that he should.
He might not be defending his country in war,
But people get what they need, of that he is sure.
A truck driver's life is not an easy one at all,
He's never off duty, he's always on call.
When that rig pulls into his driveway to rest,
His family knows they have been blessed with the best!
Dianna Doles Petry
© 2003
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| Jeff & David Warner, Tomah, WI |
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