The Rescue

In the middle of nowhere, with miles left to go
The car died right there in the heavy falling snow.

Just a single mother, with my daughter of just one
And her dearest older brother, my toddler of a son.

Out on this lonely highway, not another car in sight
Hours left until the day, Dear God, this isn’t right!

The windows are frosted over, the storm is getting more bold,
I hold my children closer, in the ever growing cold.

Finally I see the light through the frosted window’s glow.
Twin beacons in the night, who brings them? I don’t know.

A sharp rap upon the door, he brushes away the snow.
“Hey, anybody in there?” It’s a big rig that caused that glow!

Up into the cab of a big blue truck, climb my children and I.
We just can’t believe our luck! I’m so happy, I could cry.

He lays the children on the bed, and tucks them in so tight.
Sets a pillow ‘neath their heads, then gently he turns out the light.

I watch his weathered face as he called on the radio
To bring us help to this place of lonely cold and snow.

“I can’t take you anywhere, my company wouldn’t allow.
So we will just stay here and get you all warm for now.”

We passed an hour in that mode, that tired old trucker and I,
We talked of family and the road ‘till I finally asked him Why?

“Cars and trucks passed us by, my family you couldn’t see.
What made you stop to rescue my little family?”

“I don’t know what made me do it, but I knew I had to stop and see.
I just knew your car was out here in a time and place it shouldn’t be.”

“Yes, my load it is important, but I had some time to spare.
I couldn’t just drive by and pretend I didn’t care.”

“Every car that is out here, holds someone’s family
We all should help each other, even old drivers just like me.”

I watched him drive away, from the cab of the old tow truck
And I knew that God had sent him, that trucker was my luck!

God bless and keep you trucker, wherever you may roam,
And may you always find sunshine on the road that leads you home.

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