> > > > > > A drunk man in an Oldsmobile
> > > > > > They said had run the light
> > > > > > That caused the six-car pileup
> > > > > > On 109 that night.
> > > > > >
> > > > > > When broken bodies lay about
> > > > > > And blood was everywhere,
> > > > > > The sirens screamed out elegies,
> > > > > > 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,
> > > > > > In print so very fine,
> > > > > > An angel walked the beat tonight
> > > > > > On Highway 109.
> > > > > >
> > > > > > “He who has a thousand friends has not a friend to spare.“
> > > > > > Just repeat this prayer 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. In Jesus' name. Amen.
> > > > > >
> > > > > “Don't keep the blessing to yourself, pass it on!