It’s early November br Late evening and I’m just leaving work br Another ten hour shift behind me br Walking across the parking lot br Steamy exhales br Shoulders slumped and sore br I see my Jeep Wagoneer br Waiting under a halogen lamp br Its rusty ass pointed my way br When something strikes me odd br I’m Fifty yards away br The back window’s frosted over br The pattern’s quite unique br The hair br The beard br The patient weary tender smile br Twenty five yards and yes br Like the Shroud of Turin br Now Jeep of Tavis br Etched in crystal br On the back window of my faithful Jeep br A portrait of Jesus br It was hard to believe br Was it a coincidence br A miracle br Did it mean something br Anything br Was it a message br God is coming br God wants peace br God likes Jeeps br God likes me br No telling for certain but what did it matter br The Jeep of Tavis was now br Part of the Big Picture br Thousands of people will flock hundreds of miles to see br Reverently touch my Jeep br And did I mention the marketing potential br Ten yards br The serene brow br The made for tv.