A drunk man in an Oldsmobile
They said had run the light
That caused the six-car
pileup
On 109 that night.
Broken bodies lay about
And blood was everywhere,
The sirens screamed out
eulogies,
For death was in the air.
A mother, trapped inside her
car,
Was heard above the noise;
Her plaintive plea near
split the air:
"Oh, God, please spare my
boys!"
She fought to loose her
pinned hands;
She struggled to get free,
But mangled metal held her
fast
In grim captivity.
Her frightened eyes then
focused
On where the back seat once
had been,
But all she saw was broken
glass and
Two children's seats crushed
in.
Her twins were nowhere to be
seen;
She did not hear them cry
And then she prayed they'd
been thrown free,
"Oh, God, don't let them
die! "
Then firemen came and cut
her loose,
But when they searched the
back,
They found therein no little
boys,
But the seat belts were
intact.
They thought the woman had
gone mad
And was traveling alone,
But when they turned to
question her,
They discovered she was
gone.
Policemen saw her running
wild
And screaming above the
noise
In beseeching supplication,
"Please help me find my
boys!"
"They're four years old and
wear blue shirts;
Their jeans are blue to
match."
One cop spoke up, ""They're
in my car,
And they don't have a
scratch."
"They said their daddy put
them there
And gave them each a cone,
Then told them both to wait
for Mom
To come and take them home.
"I've searched the area high
and low,
But I can't find their dad.
He must have fled the scene,
I guess, and that is very
bad."
The mother hugged the twins
and said,
While wiping at a tear,
"He could not flee the
scene, you see,
For he's been dead a year."
The cop just looked confused
and asked,
"Now, how can that be true?"
The boys said, ""Mommy,
Daddy came
And left a kiss for you."
He told us not to worry
And that you would be all
right,
And then he put us in this
car with
The pretty, flashing light.
We wanted him to stay with
us,
Because we miss him so,
But Mommy, he just hugged us
tight
And said he had to go.
He said someday we'd
understand
And told us not to fuss, "
And he said to tell you,
Mommy,
He's watching over us."
The mother knew without a
doubt
That what they spoke was
true,
For she recalled their dad's
last words,
"I will watch over you."
The firemen's notes could
not explain
The twisted, mangled car,
And how the three of them
escaped
Without a single scar.
But on the cop's report was
scribed,
I print so very fine,
"An angel walked the beat
tonight
on Highway 109."
The 7 Second Prayer, Just
repeat this phrase and see
how God moves.
"Lord, I love you and I need
you, come into my heart, and
bless my family, my home, my
friends, and me. Amen."
