I have always been a cliff stumble and an edge fall
But Your wings have always flown me.
Desert highways to briar patch fires
But Your water soaked my bones.
A knife twirl in my paper hand
But you broke gravity for instants.
When I danced in the dragons maw
You kept its smile open wide.
When I was caught in a fish wrapped net
You pumped oxygen into desperate lungs.
Every moments when my eyes should black,
When my own devices should clench my life,
When my decisions burned a festered attack,
When I forced my hand to biting strife,
You protect my body and soul.
Your mother hen love
And falcon wings,
Long-billed beak,
And heavenly sings,
Reminds who is in control.
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