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