Saturday, February 26, 2011

A Snowy Morning

It was a snowy morning when Corrie awoke
Her car wouldn't start and under the hood seeped smoke
Stuck there all night, in the middle of nowhere
A truck driver stopped, offering a ride to share

With hesitancy and desperation, she accepted the ride
She didn't speak for an hour and under her jacket she did hide
The driver spoke up and said 'miss where're you going?'
'Nashville' as she opened her wallet, a picture of her kids showing

She offered him money, which he didn't take
Don't bother miss, I am headed that way
What's your name and tell me your story
He asked, but on her face he saw worry

You don't have to share, if you don't want to
It does kill time when you have someone to talk to you
I grew up in California she said, moved to Nashville last year
My kids are with my parents and without me they fear

We lost their father in Iraq, last week we got the news
They cling to me more now and I guess I cling to them too
I have been trying to find my husbands younger brother
He's the only one left in his family, last year they lost their mother

What is your name sir, and thanks for your interest in my story
Names Earl but I need to thank you for your husbands honor and glory
I'm grateful for your sacrifice and it tears me up too
Your courage to face this challenge, makes me look up to you

God gives me strength, his grace is sufficient
My children give me hope, they are so resilient
I can't replace my husbands love, but try to I must
These are precious years for them, to learn love and trust

She faded off to sleep and Earl kept on driving
Thinking of her situation and stopped himself from crying
We owe our soldiers so much and their families too
How can we repay them for all they've done and do

Closer to Nashville and just as morning broke
He nudged his new friend and she quietly awoke
We are almost to your town, where shall I drop you?
Just off the freeway in Goodlettsville, Main Street will do

My sister works across the street at that small cafe
She'll get you a good breakfast, and do you need a place to stay?
Breakfast would be great, and at the truck stop I will rest
Thank you for sharing your story, with courage you are blest

I can't thank you enough, for getting me back home
My dear I thank you, and may love never find you alone

RaeAnn Hall