Crossroads Of Forty

I stand at cross roads of forty
And look down at the years gone by
Was I at the steering wheel
Or was God controlling from the sky

I stood at the cross roads of twenty
And not once did I wonder why
I was blessed so abundantly
Was it God who lifted me high?

I stood at the cross roads of thirty
And felt like a squashed little fly
Somebody carried and revived me
Was it God who helped me cry! !

Twenty Thirty and Forty
With all the ups and downs gone by
I like to believe that the Almighty
Does customized settings from the sky

My hand has left the steering wheel
The wind is rushing by
My eyes are enjoying the scenery
And the rainbow in the sky

Jibrael Jos