A fiery preacher went wandering one night,
Walking home alone after a day's visiting,
His trail crossed the woods away from sight
So he hurried his steps, for darkness was falling.

His eyesight was failing in the ebony din,
As he almost flew with steps so swift,
Alas! As he walked into a ditch he fell in
With darkness covering the height of the cliff.

For dear life he held on to a branch by the side,
Not wanting to die, his heart beating fast
"Oh dear God please save me!" With fear he cried,
Trembling at the thought he may breathe his last.

A voice came about and it said "Let go!"
The preacher's heart sank, he was sad.
"I cannot die, and this I want to know
Out there is there another God?"

Deafening silence met his human question-
So he held on to the branch until morning,
When dawn came about he assessed his position,
To his dismay it was just four feet from falling!

Sometimes in the dark, we get so frantic
When our fragile faith leaves us for reason,
Human fear of the unknown makes us panic
We fall into ditches we've made our own!