And Then I Cried!!

I heard not, the opened door

but heard a voice say, "ON THE FLOOR!!"

I looked around and saw the gun

and thought my life had come undone.

I thought, "This just cannot be,

these things don't happen to folks like me."

He repeated, "ON THE FLOOR!

I won't tell you anymore!"

I laid down on the floor

and to my God I did implore,

"Oh no, please God, not this way!

Dear sweet Jesus, hear me pray!"

I feared not my final breath

but oh, I feared a violent death.

He said, "Don't even try to look."

And I lay on the floor~ ~ ~ and shook.

I counted one time up to ten,

and then for safety, once again.
I arose and cautiously spied

and saw no one there outside.

Dialed 911 upon the phone,

and then I waited all alone.

The police arrived and all was well,

as they listened to the story I did tell

with composure, calm and pride

'til my husband came~ ~ ~ and then I cried.