In the summer of nineteen
We got the old Chevy in shape.
Our family of five left Arizona
Bound for Georgia our
It wasn't long until we had to
After that the battery wouldn't start,
Back of the old Chevy the family got,
Next stop, "Push" a battery to outsmart.
Many things happened to slow us
One thing I remember quite well.
It was late one night the old Chevy died,
That road wasn't the place to dwell.
Before long there would be a bad
We prayed for safety not luck,
When all of a sudden out of no place,
A man came along in a truck.
Waved to us but never said a
Right in front of us he drove,
Quickly hooked us up with a long chain,
Into an old churchyard we were towed.
We got out of the car to thank
He wasn't any place to be seen,
It was just as if he had vanished,
We stood as though in a daydream.
He had to be an Angel sent from
To save us from an awful crash.
It was many hard days of travel left,
With God's mercy, we made no news flash!
At last we made it home in the
Dad saw us and said, "Well finally!
Yes, under all that grim and grease,
It is My Son and his family."
By: Codell Donehoo