Where do I find the jump off point again.
Faith seemed so solid, so concrete, we aim
And can't let go of our fear, doubts creep in.
Then someone reminds us of the jump point.
Time to test the real wings of faith, I am
Only learning each of these wakes I have made.
It has made me shy away from the plunge,
From surrender to the gravity of trust.
Where you go with the pull of something
Larger than you and pray to God you've
Heard right and are not in open air with
No protection, but we claim we have faith
When all we want is assurance we will
Fall into the arms of love and sometimes
We have to jump trusting we are already caught.