Life is hanging in the balance
One step either direction could be the last
Where is the sure footing?
Where is the safety and the peace?
Where is the breath underneath these inexperienced wings?
Life is holding on when grips give way
One foot on the rock
Another foot in pursuit
A hand on security
Another hand aloof
Life is taking a breath, realizing the hills and valleys
Sometimes, there’s beauty
Sometimes, there’s fear
Sometimes, it’s unseen
Sometimes, it’s clear
Whatever life is, one thing is certain
It is here to be lived, not to be observed.
“I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has
called me heavenward in
Christ Jesus.” Philippians 3:14
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