Bumper Stickers Matter...

The following poem tells a true story

from many years ago:

BUMPER STICKER

I’m heading home, the hour is late;

behind the wheel in a drowsy state.

Open the window; turn volume high;

nibble some chocolate…I’m soooo, soooo tired!

Slap at my cheeks to stay awake.

I mustn’t doze off, for Heaven’s sake!

Along with music, I sing and yawn…

eyelids are droopy; the road is long.

All efforts futile. My eyelids close.

My car veers leftward as I doze.

The swerve gives a jolt! My sedan snakes!

Nearly collide!!! Now I’m wide awake!

Continue with care. Lights flash, rear-view;

I pull right over…Only thing to do.

The officer carries a long flashlight;

shines it on my license plate, so bright!

It also shines, without a flicker…

on my Jesus is Wonderful! bumper sticker!

He didn’t sniff or ask if I’d had booze;

seemed to know this gal just took a snooze.

“You swerved back there,” the policeman said,

“You nearly hit me!” I gasped with dread!

Then, with a smile and tender tone

he asked me if I were headed home.

“Are you now alright to go your way?”

Whew! Jesus is Wonderful! saved the day!

Tip o’ hat. No ticket or breathalyzer…

Jesus, I promise, I’ll drive wiser.

Driving sleepy is foolish; I’m ashamed.

I deserved the ticket; deserve the blame.

People could’ve been killed at that swerve.

God’s grace is getting what we don’t deserve!

Maude Carolan Pych

Whew!!! Thank You, Jesus!