Certain death awaits a newborn, br alone on a basement floor. br Softly foot steps fades in the distance, br at the closing of the basement door. Winter's raging just beyond the walls, br a wind ' chill that staggers the Soul. br Shattered windows give no protection, br yet the newborn feels no cold! Little eyes staring at a sight unseen. br It's the brightness of a Golden Rod! br This staff of life warms the newborn, br as he is cradled in the arms of God!br br William Roseboro Sr.