RIP

May the sun rise in front of me
May the rain fall behind me
And the wind follow me
May the angels of my brothers and sisters
Who have gone before me
Guard my travels
For they know the perils
Of the road ahead of me
Keep me safe through the rough city streets
On my way to the land of swirling turns
And rolling hills
Let the colours of fall keep me warm
Let the eagle guide me to the mountain tops
Let the moons light guide me
Through the night
May my tyres not fail me
Nor my engine grow old
May my bike draw life
From the streams I pass
Keep my seat soft and my mind sharp
Let the air of spring breathe life Into my soul
To journey to another adventure
Besides my brothers and sisters

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Perhaps you look to the highway for excitment and adventure. Maybe you look to the highway for a friend.

Perhaps you look to the highway for for peace and rest from the pressures of the day.

Now look inside for the highway of hope and hang on for the ride of your life.

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Motorcyclist Prayer.

Lord, thank you for the open air, The feel of the wind blowing through my hair; Just me alone upon my bike, The thrill of freedom's what I like.

To wind through country unexplored, Not knowing what I will see next, LORD; That's what I seek when off I ride, Thankful that you're by my side.

If I should ride 'till morning's light, Please keep me safe throughtout the night; And when I've come to journey's end, It's you I'll thank - Proctector, Friend.

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I am sailing, I am sailing,

Home again cross the sea,

I am sailing, stormy waters,

To be near you, to be free,

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Not how did he die, but how did he live?

Not what did he gain, but what did he give?

These are the units to measure the worth

Of a man, regardless of birth.

Not, what was his church, nor what was his creed?

but had he befriended those really in need?