Falling
Slowly falling to the ground. No one around to catch me. I'm trying to hold on but I keep
slipping. I feel as if I am buried six feet under and still sinking further and further into the
ground. I want to grasp life in my hands and stand tall and proud without a hesitation. I'm
falling to the ground, but this time your hands are reaching out to me. They are stretching
out to embrace me and put me where I belong. Which is in the arms of My Father, Abba, and
Provider. You have picked me up from the pits of hell and redeemed me from my sins. I'm
falling now but not into the pits of hell instead I am falling into the gates of Heaven.
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