Lost control

On the way home. 2AM, at 290 to Beltway 8 ramp.

Lost control entering Beltway 8 on ramp, thank you for protecting me God.

Sometime, cups are filled with bitter water, but still this is Your will, it will be all good. You are my good shepherd, you will make me lie down in green pasture and lead me besides quiet stream, and You restore my soul. You will guide me in path of righteousness, for you name's sake. Even through the valley of shadow of death, I will fear no evil for You are with me.