I'm standing high on a high mountain. <br />My sin has lifted me high. <br />I miss the step suddenly sliding. <br />Slipping, <br />Tumbling over, hard sharp edged rock, and wild brush, <br />I feel a sudden rush. <br />My brush with death, <br />Knowing my life will soon be over. <br />You show me a quick flash of my life. <br />How I played the role as a wife. <br />Looking up at the one that I thought I could trust. <br />He pushed. <br />Me over the edge, <br />Watching me fall he smiles, <br />Knowing everyone will think it was an accident. <br />You take my hand before I hit the ground. <br />Feeling the burn marks on my flesh. <br />Feeling the blade marks on my flesh. <br />You take me in your arms. <br />Riding high on the wings' of Angels you safely place me. <br />Saving me from self-destruction, saving me from death, <br />You save me. <br />Healing my flesh, <br />You mentor me. <br />You remold me into a new creature. <br />Showing me the joy of salvation, <br />Redemption, <br />You make my life fresh. <br />Falling and finding, grace in the Lord.<br /><br />Patricia Kelley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/falling-and-finding-grace/
