Published in Times and Seasons, June 1993.


I've lived out my three score years and ten;
My strength lessens day to day,
So I must drive in the slow lane
As travel on life's highway.
One has more time in the slow lane
To contemplate and see
The wonders of Goals creation
And dwell on His majesty.
Some lost also travel the slow lane,
And sometimes there is no one but me
To tell them of God's saving grace
And how Jesus can set them free.
I sometimes miss the other lanes;
The excitement and the thrill;
But I praise God for the slow lane
Because there He can use me still.