Falling

White knuckles and the beads of sweat
Are not because of the heat
But rather of the need to hold on
To that which I can only get from the Son

The sun that the back of my neck burns
Is not the friendly one for which on summer days I yearned
Rather it spikes me with searing needles
Wearing me down and calling my fate sealed

The sun welcomes the cumulonimbus
That brings rain which further reveals my weakness
The drops at first are cool
But soon my body shivers to the cold of the broken scattered pool

No longer have I energy to hold my fingers in their curl
On the rock crevices that I grasp like an expensive pearl
Slowly I allow gravity to pry open my grip
With it my heels drop below my toes and I slip

Now that I’m in the air falling
I wonder if it’s too late to be calling
I open my mouth and try as I can
But fear delivers a silent scream

Again I try but still there’s no sound
If only I’d called for help but I was too proud
Now death is only a second away
And all I can do is silently pray

Whether it will make a difference I cannot say
But with no audible voice it is my very last grace
I pray for the Son to save me
Before I hit the ground and die silently

The Son He comes but doesn’t catch me
Rather brings before me and makes me see
My refusals to ropes that were offered
All along though pride and arrogance is what I preferred

He tells me that the help was Himself
Trying to save me from myself
But I was too good and too great
To accept help from any other state

Before I hit the floor
He tells me the decision to end it all
Was mine by not choosing His hand
And now as I fall He can’t reverse my choice to make this the end

Darkness falls and the colour black is in my sight
Then I’m standing looking into a bright light
It’s the Son and He’s calling
Now that I’m no longer falling

He says that although I chose to die
He heard the call to be saved that I cried
And He answered by saving me
With Him, to eternal life, blissfully.

Be blessed, make music, live with passion
NS