Highways

By Brother Jim Perry

There are two highways to travel in this life

    One to eternal happiness, the other eternal strife.

The world’s highway is full of ruts

    And was made for those with buzzard guts.

The Lord’s highway is for whosoever will

    And requires a lot of driving skill

The world’s highway is paved with booze & dope

    And the patrolman is referred to as the Pope.

The Lord’s highway is paved with mercy and love

    And he patrols it from above.

The world’s highway goes in many directions

    And not a single way has any corrections

The Lord’s highway travels one way.

    And when you get to the end, you’re there to stay.

There are not speed signs along the way

    You travel at the Lord’s speed, day by day

No rest stops or traffic signals to stop and go

    Just keep listening for the trumpet to blow.

The trumpet will blow, you’ll be gone like the wind

    Then you’ll realize you have come to the end

When you meet Jesus, you will be in clover

    Your journey on His Highway will be over.