A Biker's Prayer
Lord, hear the lively engine roar
As I hit the road once more
Breathe the wind upon my face
As I gather up the pace
Make the surge of power give
Reason to the life I live
Doing all the things I like
Riding on my motor bike
Lord, guard me as I travel out
For the dreaded car watch out
Give the driver sense to see
It is a bike, it's really me
Keep me too from being rude
And lifting fingers very crude
Give me grace and sense to stop
Before my eyelids really drop
Know me Lord for what I am
A biker brash and not a lamb
Forgive me if I fail to think
Prevent me riding if I drink
Bring me safe back home at last
And Lord I know I shouldn't ask
But help me live now, if I may
To ride with you another day.
Lord, hear the lively engine roar
As I hit the road once more
Breathe the wind upon my face
As I gather up the pace
Make the surge of power give
Reason to the life I live
Doing all the things I like
Riding on my motor bike
Lord, guard me as I travel out
For the dreaded car watch out
Give the driver sense to see
It is a bike, it's really me
Keep me too from being rude
And lifting fingers very crude
Give me grace and sense to stop
Before my eyelids really drop
Know me Lord for what I am
A biker brash and not a lamb
Forgive me if I fail to think
Prevent me riding if I drink
Bring me safe back home at last
And Lord I know I shouldn't ask
But help me live now, if I may
To ride with you another day.
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