When we were on the highway again and going at full speed,
Adele began singing mama’s favorite hymn:
“Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine! Oh, what a foretaste of glory divine!
Heir of salvation, purchase of God, born of His Spirit, washed in His blood.
This is my story, this is my song, praising my Savior all the day long;
this is my story, this is my song, praising my Savior all the day long.
Perfect submission, perfect delight, visions of rapture now burst on my sight;
angels descending bring from above echoes of mercy, whispers of love…”
Nobody said anything for a long time after she finished singing.
We all had the feeling, though, that nothing was going to stop us now.
That old car of ours was sure burning up the miles.