Off the Road

I pull out onto the street,
Thinking I am great and neat,
But as I roll down the large hill,
I see a car that looks quite beat.
My instinct says to slow to nil.
I slow behind til my car still.
On back the car is Jesus name,
Claiming thanks for save and great fame.
I look around, see not a soul,
but a side trail I see as claim,
a presense passed this way also.
My feet take stop and go follow,
As I step new I feel of great prize,
Though right now it be unseen to blind eyes.