“Kaleidoscopic Fuel”

This car I knew – a stone went through
The tank for gas – far worse than crash,
For tiny leak in what we seek
Means out of gas on mountain pass.

So where for fuel – not learned at school;
Two different types – just one is right,
But what of hole? It speaks to goals –
Whence came the stone? So far from home.

The world’s awry, despite the cries
Of kids we raised in bubble-days
Where to from here? Road’s far from clear
When out of gas, in mountain pass.

That’s how it feels when we’ve got wheels,
But all the rest’s beyond our best;
Lord lend Your aid, to mess we’ve made;
Can’t see our need, deep longings feed.

Thanks Holy Spirit for this.

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