Mel's car

Dear Mel,
Your car...

Looks like a car

Sounds like a tractor,
Smells like it's about to blow soon,
Taste.. erm.. YUCK!

Though the wiper is a joker,
Though censored words go off,
Though lights on dashboard screams,
Though it feels like its crawling in a desert.

But I thank God everyday,
When I still see it in perfect state,
When it smells so bad,
When it sounds like a broken recorder.

Cause seeing it perfect tells me you are still safe.
Smelling it knows that it has not exploded,
Hearing it drag itself home tells me you are home.
Safe like a baby in God's arms.

God runs with the car,
Blesses you with consiousness,
Alertness like poppy fields,
Solid like heaven's light.

Gratefulness in tears,
Prayers in melodies,
Laughter like sunflowers
and Music like rainbows.

Cause this car is old; with Attitude.