Not A Second Too Soon
Many times her heart had been broken,
The will to live was fading fast;
Depression had a strangle hold on her,
Thoughts of death had arrived at last.
Often she would cry in utter despair,
As into her pit she would run;
Concluding that her life now worthless,
She felt the cold steel of a gun.
Love, true love was all she ever wanted,
Someone to stand by at her side;
But, neglect was what she had been given,
As love from her just seemed to hide.
On her knees in a plea of desperation,
She said a prayer to God once more;
Then just as she squeezed on the cold trigger,
There came a sudden knock at her door.
"Hello, are you home," the tender voice called,
"Just came by to see you today."
Putting the gun down, she answered; "I'm here,
What brings you so out of your way?"
"I was almost home when I sensed the need,
To drop by your house instead;
"I know it may seem somewhat strange,
But I couldn't get you out my head."
She opened the door in shear disbelief,
Then motioned the visitor inside;
Her plan for now would be put on hold,
As with a scarf the gun she did hide.
"Please believe you mean so much to me,
And I came by to let you know,
I hope as friends we can start over,
For I really care for you so."
They embraced for what seemed eternity,
Sweet tears wet their cheeks as they cried;
"Friend, an angel must have sent you today,
For a second later I would have died."
But then you showed up miraculously,
Your arrival at first importune;
Now I thank God that you heeded His voice,
And came not a second too soon.
Written by Loyd Taylor