The wire stretches,
thin snake of meaning
over a chasm of nothingness,
Voices, vices scream,
neon lights beckon
tell me I'm a fool,
All attempting to make me fall.
I edge forward
step by step
the wind is cold.
It seems strange,
I swear I hear my own voice
telling me to stop
to give up
to relax and fall,
discover a better place.
Unsure the voices below
distract
I do not really listen to God,
I'm self angry
tired
I turn to the Word
"And now - all glory to Him
who alone in God, who saves
us through Jesus Christ
our Lord;
yes, splendour and majesty
all power and authority are His
from the beginning; His they are
and His they evermore will be.
And He is able to keep you
from slipping and falling away,
and to bring you, sinless and perfect,
into His presence
with mighty shouts of everlasting joy.
Amen."
In the quiet of my mind
God speaks,
"Close your eyes
then step out and trust me."
CLOSE MY EYES!
There in the black cold
my faith grows,
as I step out
the tightrope becomes
a glorious road.
Tags: tightrope, call, decisions, identity, transparent
