Hanging From a Thread
I'm hanging from a thread
I'm on the edge of a precipice
The heights are unfathomable
The depths unreachable
A step will mean a fall
I'm hanging from a thread
My death is near certain
I'm stranded in the desert with a thirst
I'm drowning in the waves of a shoreless ocean
I'm sinking in a mire of mud
I'm standing in the sky
Without wings, nothing flies
I'm on the brink of a fall
A cliff with no ending
Is surely my fate
I'm hanging from a thread
Without hope.
There's One who rescues climbers
One who quenches thirst
A Lifeboat from the darkness
To raise you from the depths
Strong arms to pull you up
When your clothes are caked in mud
As He walks on water, so He does the sky
He'll catch you when you're falling
Your soul will never die
Have I gone too far
Did I step off the cliff
I'm hanging from a thread
Did it snap? am I gone?
Will He throw down a rope
Or am I past hope?
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