I wanted to take a ride . . . A ride that would be the ride of my life;

So we went to Disneyland, but nothing excited me there, not even the mice.

                                                                                                                                                                 I thought about the thrill rides,

                                                                                                                             Maybe Magic Mountain, where I could be Superman;

                                                                                                                      Faster than a speeding bullet and able to leap tall buildings;

                                                                                                  But when it went up, it had to come down . . . and that was pretty bland.

So I joined the Air Force to study to become an Ace.

I worked for years and years,

And drove jets where the sky became the race.

                                                                                                                                           But even at that, there was something lacking.

                                                                                                                        So an Astronaut I became, and into space I went packing.

Now that, youíd think, was a pretty great ride, where the clouds end and the stars begin;

And it was okay in that regard, but it really opened my mind to where lifeís ride will end.


                                                                    As I began to look at the rides I have taken,

                                                                                 Knowing that none satisfied,

                                                Because Iím still looking for that great one where Iíll really be shaken;

                                                        I wonder if the ride of all rides isnít the one Iíve been riding,

                                                                            This ride called life, that we all are on,

                                                            With the ups and downs, forward going, and back sliding?

                                                                            In all my searching, has it turned out,

                                                                    That the best is what I thought was the ďborestĒ?

                                                                    And because I was searching so hard elsewhere,

                                                                    That I missed the trees because of the forest?


Is my life the greatest ride of all?  A trip to space got me nowhere,

But somehow showed me that what I have is who I am, and nothing else can compare.

A pretty heavy philosophy, looking for something which you held all along.

But in it I find that life is a fleeting shadow, or a wind that comes and then is gone.


                                                                             Jesus Christ came into flesh from spirit.

                                                                      He took this ride and now gives us purpose in it.

                                                                        Life is the ride which all of us are seeking out.

                                                                            For in it is direction and guidance to God,

                                                                                        Who Christ talked about.


The ride I have sought and desired I have finally found.

For life is the ride, that through Jesus will take me beyond space Iíve seen

And put me Heaven bound.


Life Is The Ride by Ronhales                                                                                                                                           1 Timothy 6:19

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