The Tow-Truck
Out of the storm which wrapped my way;
Into His Kingdom, now my day;
Hook trails behind, it bounces round;
One arm goes back so tow-rope's wound.Meanwhile I speed enwrapped in power,
Not mine but His – though mine this hour;
Strength to go on excited now –
Reel in the cable's length somehow.Storm now behind, as we emerge;
Hook still behind as worlds converge;
I'm out, my truck is half-way out,
Hook I reel in, unhooked, no doubt.Lots still in need of service work,
Now stuck in ditches, need a jerk –
Why! Just the one! I'll be right there,
You'll soon be out, relax – no fear.Cable pulled in as we move on,
Now Westman days of work are gone;
So much to do – so much of life;
Storm-clouds now past for self and wife.Grief is withdrawing feeling's ties
To re-invest, as we arise
From loss and trouble we've been through;
Oh! Blessed abandon – here with you.navigation