Precipice of Faith

As I stand at the precipice of Faith,
Knowing off the edge God’s Hand will await,
Not fully awake, I remain in mistake.
I can’t decide which is more fearful
jumping or standing in place.
Expecting full well,
If I stand;
Then, I’m sinking to hell.
Still, there’s a bind on my mind,
that’s keeping me behind the line,
keeping me from the drinking well.
And scared to be, for what will be one day,
Scared to move, for I do not know the way,
I’m left here, and all I can do is pray
For the momentum to propel my release.

God’s Grace is Sufficient

We have lifelong sustainment
and plenty of rations
for temporary engagements,
and all of the interest payments
on all of the talents we cash in
are nothing but paper inflation
compared to the value of Grace.