Black curtains separate me from the driver’s seat.Drive on, drive on, I say from the back of the limousine. And my chauffeur decides the places I will be.I trust the driver enough to draw the curtains tight.Drive on, drive on, I say,Into the black of unknown nights.Drive on, old friend, you know me better than myself.And in the meantime, I will rest the rest of a forfeit lifeAnd rejoice in the places, faces, and someones that we meetAs we stop, stop, stop, and step out into the sunshineOf unknown but perfectly orchestrated tomorrowsAnd todays. And the stretch limousineGoes on and on into the setting sunOf God’s perfect plan for me.

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