On the Edge

On the Edge

I stand on the edge of the mountain,
With the breath of the wind in my hair.
Foundation crumbling, my knees trembling,
But I need to know if You're there.

The lights of the cities glitter below,
Like tiny fireflies in the night.
I fall to my feet, look up at the sky,
And I feel You holding me tight.

Your heavens quiver all 'round me.
Warm hands, gentle whisper and smile.
I survey the majesty that You made,
And I know that I am Your child.

I stand on the edge of the mountain,
Feeling frail and fragile and small.
I stand on the edge, my hands in the air.
You, Lord, will not let me fall.

November 7, 2010
Emily Whelchel