Here I go again;
Jumping out into the wind.
Will you let me fall
To my death? Or will you call
Your angels to come
In legions to save me from
What I do not know
Is waiting for me below?
Wind flies ‘cross my face
While I’m falling into grace.
Where else could I be
But midair? You fashioned me
To fly without wings
By trusting in unseen things
To bring victory o’er
All that this world has in store.
Take the city. Help will come.
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January 20, 2007