The Blessed Traveler

In the early light of morning, on a winding road ahead, 

I clasp my hands together, whispering the words I said. 

“Dear Jesus, as I journey, guide my steps, my heart, my way; 

In the miles that stretch before me, let Your love be on display. 

Through valleys green and mountains high, may Your presence be my guide, 

In bustling towns and quiet paths, walk with me, a faithful stride. 

Let Your peace envelop me, like the softest, warm embrace, 

In the moments of uncertainty, shine Your light upon my face. 

The engine hums a familiar tune, as I breathe in the air, 

With every mile, a prayer ascends, I feel You everywhere. 

From the sound of chirping crickets to the whisper of the trees, 

In the symphony of nature, You’re the melody that frees. 

If storms should rise and winds should howl, grant me strength to stand tall, 

With faith that conquers every fear, help me trust through it all. 

Your love, a compass guiding me, through shadows and through light, 

In every twist and turn I take, Your spirit is my sight. 

As the sunset paints the sky with hues of gold and deepening blue, 

I offer up my gratitude for each moment shared with You. 

For every journey that I make, I know I do not roam alone, 

In the heart of this adventure, I feel Your love has grown. 

So here’s my humble plea, dear Lord, as I travel far and wide, 

Let Your comfort be my shelter, with Your grace, my constant guide. 

For in each step upon this earth, with every mile I roam, 

I find my rest and peace in You, my Savior, Lord, my home.”