
God, Help the Truckers
(Jacob McGowen)
God, help the Truckers
Those who toil and bleed
Who drive for endless hours
To give us all we need
In a world of wicked leaders
It is they who stand and fight
As soldiers, they are ready
To even give up their own lives
A ruthless politician
May think that they are vile
Their protests far too disruptive
To his tyrannical rule and style
Yet, unknown to this despot
The Lord of Heaven looks down and sees
He hears His children cry
He mourns each time they grieve
While at the moment things look grim
And the darkness thinks that it will stay
Soon all of hell will shudder
When God breaks through
And for the Truckers, He makes a way!