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On the Edge

September 30, 2016 / 6 Comments

 

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I’m on the edge,

My feet hanging off as I stare down

Into the pit.

My heart sinks,

Someone get me out of here.

There are vultures surrounding,

Waiting for my defeat.

There are ropes binding

My hands behind my back.

Every thought is a dagger

Piercing through my soul.

 

I’m on the edge Lord,

Standing here as You call me,

As You beckon me to dive

Into life.

I take a deep breath and

Fall forward.

Suddenly the pit becomes my platform

As the vultures fly away.

The ropes are unraveling,

My thoughts shatter,

As You begin to burn within me.

 

I’m on the edge,

And it has never felt so freeing.

As I leap through the sky,

You give me wings.

As the fiery darts target me,

You shield me with Your promises.

 

You revive my soul

You give me life

And it all starts with meeting You on

The edge of something new.

 

Written by Emily Smith at fearfullywonderfullyme.com, 2016 ©

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