Driving the Via Maris
It is 2004
A lot like but different
Than what conquerors rode before

We zipped along
In relative ease
A thousand thoughts each
And comfort was the score

Conquerors raped and pillaged
They burned houses down
Leaving ash and dust
And their bondage hurt

All we leave
Are Christian thoughts
Man is good at thoughts

But I resolve
To take what I’ve seen
And tell the world of Christ

01/06/04  Clay Corvin