A Gentle Stranger
As I was leaving work one day,
I met a stranger at the door.
We never met and never talked,
‘Cause we worked on different floors.
We chatted to where our cars were parked,
But I never asked her name.
When she departed I slipped and fell,
And was in agonizing pain.
I heard a soft and gentle voice,
Asking if I was all right.
I couldn’t speak or answer her,
And I felt a terrible fright.
The gentle stranger knelt beside me,
Where I lay upon the icy ground.
She tenderly wrapped her coat around me,
Speaking softly with no one else around.
She stayed calmly beside me as I was lying there,
Speaking quietly and softly sounding like a prayer.
Warmth and love came bursting through,
Warming up my outside but warmed my insides too.
One good thing that came of this,
And from the gentle stranger at the door?
Was through my all pain and anguish,
She’s no stranger any more.
For a wonderful lady at Coors