The Corner Of Fourth And Pine

I rose from my chair and made my way to repair
To the place where I sup and dine.
The traffic whisked by and I quickly drew nigh
To the corner of Fourth and Pine.
To the corner of Fourth and Pine,
To the corner of Fourth and Pine,
At once I could sense a cold chill of suspense
On the corner of Fourth and Pine.

I prayed and gave pause, ere I ventured across
As the chimes of the church struck nine.
I heard a loud screech ere the curb I could reach
On the corner of Fourth and Pine.
On the corner of Fourth and Pine,
On the corner of Fourth and Pine,
There followed a scream in the throes of extreme
On the corner of Fourth and Pine.

I swiveled around and beheld on the ground,
A small woman whose eyes sought mine.
The auto that skid had resoundingly slid,
On the corner of Fourth and Pine.
On the corner of Fourth and Pine,
On the corner of Fourth and Pine,
I rushed to her side with a hastening stride
On the corner of Fourth and Pine.

Her face was blood red as I cradled her head
In my two arms and sought a sign
Of pulsating breath or the presence of death,
On the corner of Fourth and Pine.
On the corner of Fourth and Pine,
On the corner of Fourth and Pine,
She rested a while, then attempted a smile
On the corner of Fourth and Pine.

She said, "Kindly look and recover my book,
And recite to me verse and line,
From Psalm twenty three ere I face destiny",
On the corner of Fourth and Pine.
On the corner of Fourth and Pine,
On the corner of Fourth and Pine,
I read in dismay as her soul passed away,
On the corner of Fourth and Pine.

I felt in a brief, lamentation and grief
As I pondered those words divine.
It said in that scroll, "He restoreth my soul",
On the corner of Fourth and Pine.
On the corner of Fourth and Pine,
On the corner of Fourth and Pine,
I found no despair while I ministered there,
On the corner of Fourth and Pine.