On a dark lonely road north of Little Rock,
Winds howling through the trees,
Maggie drove along slowly,
Feeling quite ill at ease,

She rounded a curve barely creeping,
She could hardly see the road,
She clicked high beams on then suddenly,
She saw a figure coming her way slow,

A tiny little girl in a stained white gown,
Clutching her dripping dolly tightly to her chest,
Maggie pulled alongside and opened the door,
And nearly lost all of her breath,

"Get in child," Maggie said comforting,
This heartache barely pulled herself in,
Maggie saw the bloodstains on her nightgown,
Then this grateful Little Angel grinned,

"Why are you alone Sweetheart?", Maggie asked,
"And tell me why you are here?",
"He dragged me into his car so fast!", she cried,
Then came flooding, a tiny Angel's tears,

Maggie brushed them away softly,
"I promise to do all I can",
"What's your name child?," she asked,
"Naomi May Massey, will you please help me ma'am?"

It's been seven years now,
Since that dark rainy night,
Naomi's in such a happy home now,
But Maggie often wonders what might,

Have happened to this child,
Had she not passed that way,
It was not her intended route,
She had detoured to avoid a delay,

Clutching her heart she now realizes,
Her true destination suddenly revealed,
It wasn't her hands steering her car,
The mighty Hands of God had taken the wheel.