The tow operator stood and faced his Maker, which must always come to air.
He hoped his chains were left behind and he hadn’t brought them on to bare.
“Step forward now, wrecker driver how shall I deal with you?”
Have you always rendered aid? To your Maker, have you been true?

The tower, with dirt on his hands, said “No sir, I guess I ain’t.
Because those of us who drive wreckers can’t always be a saint.
I’ve had to work most Sundays and at times my talk was rough,
and sometimes I’ve taken people cars, because life is just that tough.

But I never took a penny, that wasn’t mine to keep.
Though I logged a lot of hours when the bills just got too deep.
And I never passed by a cry for help though at times I had little to gain,
and sometimes, please forgive me, I could do little more than feel their pain.

I know I don’t deserve a place among the people here.
They only wanted me around in their worst of moments there.
But if you have a place for me here, well…it need not be too grand.
I never expected or had too much so if you don’t…I’ll understand.”

There was silence all around the room where the saints respectfully stood.
As the tow operator waited quietly, for the judgment…bad or good.
“Step forward now, wrecker driver, you’ve borne your burdens well.
Come tow on heaven streets, You’ve done your time in hell.” Remember… Slow Down & Move Over!

This was found on the Hub911.com website,