Set me free (oh Lord I pray)

Old Dusty Road

Old Dusty Road.

What’s down this road?

It’s a dirt road.

Old Dirty road, winding through the country side.

Pretty shaft of light, falling through the trees.

Sweet scented breeze...

Wafting along this country lane;

It’s rather narrow, not very wide.

It’s a lonely road, off the main

Highway...just where does it lead?

It may travel long or it could be a dead end.

What lies around the bend?

Where ever it goes one may never know,

Unless you chance along and decide to take a stroll;

A shaft of light shines through the trees...the sun

Will feel warm upon the skin as you stroll.

Maybe it goes to a farm house,

Maybe it comes away from one,

But it’s a place animals have been drawn close by

And some have dared to walk across it...

A family of deer, or maybe a hopping rabbit,

Raccoon or possum or skunk...

It’s a crossing rarely visited by car or truck.

It’s a dirt lane, a simple country lane,

an integral part of the country side...

Old Dirty road, winding through the country side.

It may travel long or it could be a dead end,

Where ever it goes, one may never know...

Come walk this road...take some time

away from the busy life;

Come walk along this dirt packed road, in the summertime.

You’ll go home, feeling you’ve been somewhere, worthwhile.

You won’t regret it; walk it, just a few yards...or a mile.

You’ll recall your time spent here, with a smile.