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!

In the cool mist of the city, I walk behind her
There is only one thing on my mind, never to be flustered
The glint of her long, shiny raven hair and silent demeanor
Has infatuated me, smitten me and utterly enraptured me

She adjusts her glasses, quietly observing the chaos around her
Only permitting a small smile or a nod here and there
I am perplexed, confused and thoroughly engulfed
In a very deep and powerful sense of yearning

Yearning to be with her, to understand her
To know her every secret, her every emotion
A zealous hunger to know every perfection and imperfection
Her moments of depression, moments of exhilaration

Her whole being is a mystery to be explored
For she is a beautiful island to be castaway to
A lush and dense forest that overruns my heart
She is the deep blue sea where I lose myself
And drown myself in the wonder of her reality

She is an insurmountable and laborious sierra
I, the foolish cragsman trying to climb her *****
And thus I shall fail, tumble and fall with no one to save me
Such is the fate of men like me who are foolish enough to try
and tempt the gods to favor their deepest aspirations

She is the lone star that illuminates my deepest nights
But her radiance is different for she does not shine harshly
Hers is but a gentle glow, a quiet aura that permeates my soul
Alas, the human condition is a sad and ugly reality

That as humans, we aspire for that which we cannot have
That even if futile, we yearn to see and hold our special star
We dream, we write, we fantasize about it
But everything is for naught, as the fates dictate it to be.