At first, I saw God as my observer,
keeping track of the things I did wrong,
so as to know weather I merited Heaven
or Hell when I die.
He was out there sort of like a president.
I recognized His picture when I when I saw it,
but I really didn't know Him.
But later on, when I met Christ,
it seemed as though life was rather like a bike ride,
but it was a tandem bike,
and I noticed that Christ
was in the back helping me pedal.
I don't know just when it was,
that he suggested we change places
but life has not been the same since.
When I had control,
I knew the way,
it was rather boring
it was the shortest distance between two points.
But when He took the lead,
He knew delightful long cuts,
at breakneck speeds,
it was all I could do to hold on!
Even though it looked like madness,
He said, "Pedal!"
I worried and was anxious
"Where are you taking me?"
He laughed and didn't answer,
and I started to learn to trust.
I forgot my boring life,
and entered into the adventure.
And when I'd say, "I'm scared,"
He'd lean back and touch my hand.
He took me to places with gifts that I needed,
gifts of waiting,
They gave me gifts to take on my journey,
my Lord's and mine.
And we were off again,
He said, "Give the gifts away,
they're extra baggage, too much weight."
So I did,
to the people we met,
and I found that in giving I received,
and Still our burden was light.
I did not trust Him,
in control of my life.
I though He'd wreck it,
but He knows bike secrets,
knows how to make it bend to take sharp corners,
knows how to jump to clear high rocks,
knows how to fly to shorted scary passages.
And I am learning to shut up and pedal.
In the strangest places,
and I am beginning to enjoy the view
and the cool breeze on my face.
With my delightful constant companion, Jesus Christ.
And when I'm sure I just cant do anymore
He just smiles and says...'Pedal!"