HOW DID I GET
UP HERE ON THE VERY TOP OF THIS BRIDGE?
I CANNOT REMEMBER.
I'M UP SO HIGH
THAT THE WIND IS KICKING UP
AND MAKING THE BRIDGE SWING
PRECARIOUSLY.
I LOOK FOR SOMETHING TO HOLD ONTO,
AS I AM SO TERRIFIED OF HEIGHTS,
BUT NOTHING COMES TO SIGHT OR MIND.
SO I CLOSE MY EYES
AND LOOK TO YOU
TO STILL MY SOLE,
AND YOU ASSURE ME
THAT I AM NOT ALONE.
SO I HOLD ON TO YOU, LORD,
MY ROCK, MY SAVIOR
AND MY REDEEMER.
NO MATTER WHERE YOU PLACE ME, LORD,
I KNOW THAT IT IS YOUR WILL,
ALL A PART OF YOUR PRECIOUS PLAN.
SO I AM COMFORTED,
KNOWING FROM YOUR WORD
THAT YOU ONLY WANT THE BEST FOR YOUR CHILD.
AMEN.
PSALM 17:8
KEEP ME AS THE APPLE OF YOUR EYE;
HIDE ME IN THE SHADOW OF YOUR WINGS.
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