The Road Home

The Road Home

I traveled this road

As I was told

Without a complaint or worry,

Knowing it led

Not to dread

So I was in no hurry.

I weathered the storms

Faced my alarms

With the faith You offered me

I took the hard road

carrying my load.

Drove each mile willingly

I welcomed the love;

Yours from above

and with my family's care

I have traveled far

In life's chosen car

Spreading the Love we share.

Now my travels are done

The trip has been run.

No more life’s road will I roam.

As God takes my hand

I now understand

This road that led me Home.

(M. C.Arvanitis)

In memory of my brother-in-law, Gene Bechtel.