Shining Light

In the rush hour maze of traffic,
The cars weaved in and out.
A Dodge minivan carried a family
Along its routine route.

The father drove with caution
While the mother read a book.
The oldest donned her headphones.
Out the window the youngest looked.

Their day was very ordinary
With a schedule marked and planned.
Later they’d go shopping
To buy what life demands.

But as they drove along,
They saw a vehicle up ahead.
It merged into traffic,
And down the road it sped.

An old Toyota truck,
All rusted from powder blue,
Contained a solitary man,
Drinking a Mountain Dew.

He had nowhere to go
Besides the open road.
His truck with the fish upon its back,
Carting a heavy load.

All he had was Jesus
And his rusty, well-worn truck,
And deep within his pockets,
A measly twenty bucks.

But little did the family know
Of his struggles day and night.
They only saw the emblem
Of a Christian’s shining light.

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