One Sunday a cragsman
Descended a cliff
In a dangerous place
When the winds came up stiff

With sand blinding his eyes
He let go off his grip
And in that one little second
He started to slip

In that one little second
In front of his eyes
A lifetime of wrong choices
Misconduct and lies

In that one little second
As he started to dive
Prayed to God that next Sunday
If he was alive

He would come out to church
Accept a new calling
If God would stretch forth his hand
To save him from falling

In that one little second
He promised he'd alter
The many bad habits
That caused him to falter

He prayed to God that he'd change
And stop his wrongdoing
If please God would re-schedule
His funeral and viewing

If please God would stretch forth
His omnipotent hand
He'd most quickly repent
With a soft place to land

Then his feed gained some ground
Where the earth was more firm
And he slid to a stop
On a thin piece of berm

With his prayers safely answered
On that lifesaving shelf
Said, 'never mind Lord;
I have saved me myself'

One more time he was grasping
At crumbling sod
He'd learned as we all must
None is saved without God

For all men are fallen
And a Savior's been sent
To lead them to safety
And help them repent

That old Prince of Darkness
Is the changeable wind
He's luring and coaxing
And blinding with sin

Just one little second
Is all that it takes
To fall from the edge
As result of mistakes

For the pathway to safety
Place your hand inside His
For seeking salvation
The only way that there is

He will lead them and guide them
Unharmed from the rim
But none of God's children
Are saved without Him!