Mystery Driver

The Bible is not a science or even a history textbook. It reports things sometimes with the same naiveté and unselfconscious enthusiasm as a grandmother telling someone about what her little Danny did this morning. The Bible is about Truth, and especially the practical Truth of "how to enter the Kingdom of God, and live forever". The vehicle of this Truth is human language and the flow of human history, but it's the Driver of the vehicle that matters, not the car or even the scenery, and it's the Destination. Mystery Driver…

Mystery Driver

Thinking your thoughts in my head
does it ever get too dense in there for… you… to see
and what do you do with mine
when yours are sitting in the seat where mine… ought… to be
right behind my steering will
Do you really understand this car that… you’ve… hot-wired
Do you find you’ve got the feel
of the brakes, did you hear the motor when… it… backfired?

But Babe, don’t you know that you can’t drive me?
You’ve gotta trust that Mystery Driver
He knows how fast he can take a corner
He ain’t afraid, he’s in charge when he swerves
He’s got a map, that Mystery Driver
and he won’t nap, because he don’t tire
that Mister… … …Oh, my!
that Mister… … …Ah, me!
that Mystery Driver… Who can he be?

Bringing your worries instead
can you set them down beside that sha… dow… boaster
and listen to him define
his make and model, how to ride that roll… er… coaster?
He’ll show you his make-up mirror
and how to tune in if and when you want… some… sweet song
and when you need to go nearer
his right will take your left, and then you can… come… ay-long

But Babe, don’t you know that you can’t drive me?
You’ve gotta trust that Mystery Driver
He won’t be passed, but he can and does fly
and he goes fast, if he knows that we won’t die
He’s in control, that Mystery Driver
He knows our goal, but he’ll drive us higher
that Mister… … …Oh, Man!
that Mister… … …Oh, He!
that Mystery Driver… Who can he be?

— Romanós