"Walking in the mist of a spray bottle type of
rain.
Two AM in the morning on a roadside in
a lot of pain.
Crashed his car into a tree. No one in sight.
Wandering all alone, never feeling such a
lonely fright.
His bones were chilled, having too much to
drink.
Legs felt like logs, mind not being able to think.
Never did pray in his life, but all of a sudden
he started to.
Praying to see head lights coming his way to
help him through.
For the first time he felt like the sheep that lost
it's way.
Wondering where is his shepherd to lead him out
of his stray.
Laying down on the side of the road, too weak
to go on.
Later waking up to a nurse, holding his left arm.
Telling him if it wasn't for your Guardian Angel
he would have been gone."