I ran outside, and shook my head,
He drove nine hundred miles and left...
Nine hundred miles, is he a fool?
I would know his car anywhere...
Could this mean he does really care?
Hi Mom, I need a big favor,
Thanks, but I'll be OK alone,
No, the man doesn't have a phone!
It's a nine hundred mile trip,
Dad checked the car; I'm good to go...
I must catch him, I've got to know!
Two hours and just one hundred miles,
I'm going faster than I ought...
I feel like it's mostly my fault.
I'm approaching two hundred miles,
I squeeze the wheel and say a prayer,
"God, I'll try, please, just get me there!"
Three hundred miles, I'll stop ahead,
The car's clicking, what could it be...
Is this a sign God sent to me?
I need gas before I head back,
Use the restroom and grab a snack;
I park the car, cave to my fear,
I cry, "God, why didn't you hear?"
Could this be it, has our love died?
I stand at the register teary eyed,
Clothes wrinkled, my heart is sighing,
I look a mess, can't stop crying.
I heard a voice behind me say,
"I'm surprised to see you today!"
I turned as my body grows weak,
The tears flowed and I couldn't speak.
He took my hand as we walked outside;
Standing there we broke down and cried.
I said, "I came looking for you,
Just to tell you, my love's still true."
I cried... "Why did you leave that way?
Was there something you wished to say?
Before I could open the door,
You left, much like you did before."
He said, "I know I hurt you bad,
Never wanted to make you sad;
I do love you and had to say
I was wrong, but, I drove away.
Still afraid you would not forgive,
That our love did no longer live;
So, I headed home, my heart broken,
Sorry for words left unspoken."
We embraced, as hate was banished,
Thanked God for what He had managed;
We each confessed and shared the blame,
Passion breathed, igniting love's flame.
We held tight as forgiveness won,
Through love's power, we would hold on;
We drove back the three hundred miles,
Shared the good news to waiting smiles.
Now with the family in the car,
We have nine hundred miles to go.
Written by Loyd C Taylor, July 1, 2009