[Verse 1]
Rolling hills, morning light,
Wheels spin, soul takes flight.
No map, no plan,
Just me, the land.
Breathing in, breathing out,
Quiet roads, fading doubt.
The wind knows my name,
I ride without shame.
[Chorus]
I’m alive. I’m free.
God rides here with me.
Steel and spirit align,
This peace feels divine.
No fear left inside.
[Verse 2]
Fields wave, sun sinks low,
Thoughts drift, steady flow.
Gone is yesterday’s weight,
This road feels like fate.
The sky sings soft,
Grace speaks enough.
Silence holds my hand,
I finally understand.
[Chorus]
I’m alive. I’m free.
God rides here with me.
Steel and spirit align,
This peace feels divine.
No fear left inside.
[Bridge]
Maybe this is grace.
A ride, not a race.
Heaven not so far—
It’s right where we are.
Just soul, road, and star.
[Final Chorus]
I’m alive. I’m free.
God rides here with me.
Stillness, motion, combine—
This ride feels divine.
And I know: I’m fine.
Michael Forty
The Ride – Version Two
[Verse 1]
It’s a ribbon of road through the tall, green trees,
The morning sun breaks soft on me.
Wheels turning like a prayer I never said,
The past behind, the sky ahead.
No map, no clock, just the sound of grace,
Wind in my face, the engine’s pace.
Every mile whispers something true,
That peace don’t chase you—it rides with you.
[Chorus]
I’m alive in the hum of the ride,
In the space where soul and steel collide.
God is watchin’, not sayin’ a word,
But I feel Him in the wings of a bird.
And for a moment, I don’t need to try—
I’m whole in the silence,
On this beautiful ride.
[Verse 2]
Clouds drift slow like forgiving hands,
And I breathe like the earth understands.
All the noise I carried fades away,
In the still small voice of a perfect day.
Fields of gold, and a sky so wide,
I’m not lost—I’m just outside.
Out where the spirit finally hears,
The truth we bury under fear.
[Chorus]
I’m alive in the hum of the ride,
In the space where soul and steel collide.
God is watchin’, not sayin’ a word,
But I feel Him in the wings of a bird.
And for a moment, I don’t need to try—
I’m whole in the silence,
On this beautiful ride.
[Bridge]
Maybe heaven’s not up high,
But here in the now, where the breeze runs by.
Maybe nirvana is not so far—
Just a man, a machine, and a whispering star.
[Final Chorus]
I’m alive in the hum of the ride,
Where the heart and the holy coincide.
God is watchin’, steady and near,
In the soft-spoke wind I can almost hear.
And for a moment, I don’t have to hide—
I’m found in the silence,
On this beautiful ride.
Yeah, I’m home in the silence,
On this beautiful ride.