My life’s become a balancing routine,
A high-wire act, relying on my own
Two feet to safely carry me between
Points A and B. I’m in my comfort zone
Because I feel I’m in control, and yet
I’m tense, not even daring to look down
At God who’s always been my safety net.
Why risk a fall? I’m not a circus clown.
But there’s a braver way to live that lies
Within my grasp, if I can just let go
And leap into the open air, my eyes
Intent on two strong hands whose clasp I know.
Why inch along, uptight and ill at ease,
When I can soar with God on faith’s trapeze?