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.