| The Other Driver | This ole highway is sure dark and lonely, with miles of nothing in-between. I stopped and picked up a stranger to some, but no stranger to me, so that, tonight, I would not be driving alone. |
| Sitting At His Feet | I was given away, the day I was born, To someone greater than man ~ To share my life with those I love. For all my life, I belong to God above. |
| Steps to nowhere | We walk many miles to, somewhere, Where we are not sure. |