Along for the Ride
Imagine that you had a friend
Who was always there, at your side.
To comfort and to lift you up,
Whenever you were tired.
If you knew he was the "godly sort",
Who couldn't stand to witness sin,
Would it have made you think twice,
Before you drank that shot of gin?
If he were there as a witness,
Every time that you had lied.
Or got involved in conflict,
Because of jealousy or pride.
Would it make you feel uncomfortable,
If he watched as you did dirt?
Or would you try to put aside
Those things you knew caused him to hurt?
Would you try to find time alone
So you wouldn't feel the shame?
When you did those things that would have shown,
That you still "played" the devil's game.
Well, think of this the next time
That you try to "sin and hide".
The "spirit of the living God"
Is always there inside.
When you sin, you invite him in,
To go "Along for the Ride".
To witness all those things you do
For when He was crucified.
How do you think it makes Him feel,
When He sees through your disguise?
And His wounds are re-opened,
By the tears that fill His eyes.
You lie only to yourself
And the "truth" can't be denied.
Every time you sin, my friend
You quench the spirit inside!
So think twice, my brother
Before you next decide
Remember the Holy Spirit
That you take "Along for the Ride".
Gary (Doc) Field
Century, FL 32535
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