It started just like any other day,
Off to church, then home to stay.
I wasnít prepared for what awaited me--
A newly mowed lawn, for all to see.
My son fixed the lawnmower!
Hooray! What fun!
I rushed in to thank him
For a job well done.
Thanks, Mom, he said,
But it wasnít me--
I just got home myself, you see.
He kissed me goodbye, and was out the door,
Leaving me mystified once more.
Who could have done it?
I spotted a clue--
My new neighborís yard had been done, too.
I changed my clothes and flung off my shoes,
Walking barefoot in the grass as I used to do
When I was a girl at Grandmaís house.
I crossed my lawn, but did not see
A softball-sized rock lying in wait for me--
I stepped upon it, and then took flight,
(And more new neighbors witnessed my plight!)
For after somersaulting through the air
Iíd landed with very little flair
In a crumpled heap upon the drive--
Pain reassuring me I was alive!
One of those strangers helped me to stand
As he asked if I was okay.
Only my prideís been hurt, I managed to say.
As I limped across the lawn, I knew Iíd lied,
But I just wanted to get inside.
I thought that if I got some rest
Everything would be all right
But my troubles only worsened
During the endlessly long night.
When the spasms didnít stop, I knew
What my boss would make me do.
I called my doctor and got in right away
And he said exactly what I knew heíd say--
The best treatment for you is lots of rest,
And Iím prescribing something thatíll
Knock you out--so wait until youíre safely in bed,
Theyíre really strong, and will mess with your head.
I donít remember much after my third dose,
Because that is when I at last found sleep--
My work and projects would have to keep
For another day.
And Iím not worried, Ďcause I know
Work never goes away.
In and out of reality,
I remembered another embarrassing fall--
This one at the grocery store, and witnessed
By nearly all
Of that small college town.
Those who didnít see, heard,
Of the one who tripped and fell
Smack into the ďInĒ door while attempting to go out--
For if you hit it hard enough,
As, naturally, I did--
The entire door comes off its hinge
And crashes to the ground!
A safety feature, the manager said
As a crowd gathered Ďround.
Iím not exactly sure whatís safe
About a glass door knocking me to the floor,
But I donít plan on needing to know--
I read the doors more carefully now,
No matter where I go!
I also know Heís with me,
Each and every time I fall,
The gawkers around me matter not--
He is my all in all.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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