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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