Trucked Up

Hook my head
and crane my shoulders.
Help me from the ground.
Train my tracks
to steer clear the boulders;
to listen for Your sound.

Lift my chest
out of the smolders.
Revive me to be to Your heart, bound.
Guide my limbs
grown fully colder.
Burst life into my quaking mound.

Fuel my feet
to Your hands crafting.
Yearn my heart to Your glee.
Curl my toes
with metal shafting.
Strengthen my bones, so weak.

Let my tires
turn with Your gaffing.
Latch me to Your will a spree.
Hold my trailer
to follow me following Your rafting.
Rule us until we are set free.