Kingdom Tyres, the place to go
When your treads are wearing low
On that narrow road you’ll slide
With the world, you will collide
Get a grip, digest The Word
Then you’ll fly, just like a bird.
If your battery sadly dies
Then your charge will soon subside
You will fail to to glow and spark
Keeping people in the dark
Get a new one, set ablaze
The harvest field, in these last days.
Steering, brakes and shocks they do
Everything to comfort you
On the path you’ll dodge the flak
Stop in time to thwart attack
And you’ll have an easier ride
With Kingdom Tyres, your perfect guide.
A Christian poem by: Mike Bullock