TOO LATE

The wailing of sirens has passed
on by
Within the mayhem a distant cry
Went on over to have a look see
Aware this is where God is calling me
So sad a sight my heart just broke
Drunken driving - could tell by the
way he spoke
Barely able to stand up straight
Balancing himself against some old
gate
Through the windscreen on the bonnet
a young lad lay
So unfair his life tragically taken away
Face in his hands the guilty party weeps
Trying to reassure himself the young
lad simply sleeps
Too Late a notion the damage already
done
A family out there has to deal with the
death of a son
Through fallen tears I begin to pray
Not altogether sure on what to say
Laying of hands upon the drunken
driver
Not my place to judge as a believer
Yet Oh Sweet Jesus! be with the
family of this young lad
For in their own strength they will be
raving mad
As sorrow consumes and rips them
apart
For the drunken driver to - for this
will lay heavily upon his heart
A sudden fear fills my being
What if it were mine I was seeing
Amid the chaos  no matter where
they may be
I pray Angelic Protection over my
family...