Who Cares For The Traveler But Jesus?

Who cares for the traveler but Jesus?
On long weary roads in the white-line domain
It may seem like the black-top won't end.
It can feel like life is lonely till I see all the stars
And I remember all the places that I've been.
And say Thank You to Jesus... my friend.
It's a myriad of terrors or a garden of glory
Depending on how you look at things.
I've survived so much horror and still
Have happy stories to sing.
Only by his grace did I ever see new places
And still be in less than two pieces.
Who cares for the traveler....  But Jesus???
Chris 7/30/12