© 2001 Jack E. Helser, Jr. All Rights Reserved.

I walked out to the parking lot
And eased into my car
The sticker on the bumper said:
"Christ is the Morning Star"

Well rubber squealed & the engine roared
As I pulled out on the street
The cloud of smoke left in the air
Made all the deacons wheeze

I stepped on the gas & pulled out to pass
Every car and truck in sight
There never was a driver
I could stand to be behind

I looked ahead but not in time
To slow down for a black and white
The rear view mirror filled up quick
With the cruisers flashing lights

I pulled onto the shoulder
And brought my car to a stop
Rollin' down the drivers window
I looked up at the cop

He was eight feet tall & he looked mean
He was the biggest Smokey I'd ever seen
He raised his clipboard & started to write
"Your license sir – please step outside"

Well I pleaded with the officer
But nothing seemed to work
He frowned and said "there's no excuse
For driving like a jerk"

"Seventy seven miles an hour
Is a serious violation
When you start to speed again
Remember this citation"

I pulled back on the freeway
And shifted through the gears
The words I mumbled at the cop
Would have surely burned his ears

I fumed about the ticket
And how much I'd be fined
The thought of someone else's safety
Never crossed my mind

I was Finally home and I slammed the door
And walked around the car
The sticker seemed to speak to me
"Christ is the Morning Star"

Father please forgive me
I'm ashamed of what I've done
What kind of witness have I been
For Jesus Christ Your Son?

© 2001 Jack E. Helser, Jr. All Rights Reserved.