Knights of the Road

“And I will make them and the places all around my hill a blessing, and I will send down the showers in their season; they shall be showers of blessing.”Ezekiel 34:26Today, I would like to lift up the American Truck Driver. I salute the men and women that deliver the goods that this world desperately needs to survive. I was blessed growing up with a Father and Step-Father who were both truck drivers. You could say that I grew up around the sights and smells of diesel smoke.People like my fathers drive the interstates and back roads of this country often without the recognition that they truly deserve. These professional drivers traveling all hours of the day and night, in any weather conditions are the lifeline of the flow of goods and services in this country. What we learn from Ezekiel is that the people Ezekiel spoke of were a different breed. Yes, they were like all people, they were people of God as well....but they were a bit more. The people that Ezekiel spoke of were those of purity, those that dispensed justice.We see this in the American truck Driver as they deliver the best goods that this world can make, as they deliver them to be dispensed.  Ezekiel tells us about blessings being dispensed. Likewise, today I ask for God's continued blessing on the American Truck Driver as well as our Truck Drivers all around the world. God makes the world go round and gives us through the Body of Christ, the ability to bless others. Likewise, as God makes the world go round, He created the Truck Driver to deliver the goods to bless a world.Thank God for our Knights of the Road.Soul of a Trucker

The ever present sound of a 
diesel
Going through its gears
Is the steady beat and constant 
rhythm
He’s known for many a year
And it’s the lullaby that late at 
night
His mind still longs to hear
He still can see those highways 
With his inner eye
He can’t forget the visions 
Of those unpolluted skies
He still can feel the wind
And hear its tender sighs
Those memories stay inside 
and linger
And will until he dies
They’re part of what he’s made 
of
They’re forged into his soul
They come from years of 
trucking
And they’re what have made 
him whole 

©Annette Keller
11/1997