Sitting in traffic, I see a thousand cars.
I wonder about the people behind those wheels.
Are you hurting? Are you celebrating?
Are you passing through life, going through the motions?
Have you felt anything today?
Your car reminds me of someone I know, who drives a car that looks like yours.
Is that you in there? No. Someone else; another nameless face come and gone.
The story of my life.
I will pray for you. I will pray for God to reveal himself to you.
To breathe this crazy love into your chest.
I will also pray for the people I know who's car looks a lot like yours.
Traffic into spiritual warfare being waged against the forces unseen around you,
And someone else you probably don't even know.
Powerful God can can use traffic, loving God can use a wretch like me.
Faithful God will answer my prayers, whether you know I am praying for you or not.