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