I read this in one of Willie Young's (Author of The Shack) blog post and I like it. Let me know what you think or what it means to you.
Venturing out to the edge … of the precipice
Staring into the Grand Canyon of Papa’s love,
Letting the wind blow in your face the freshness of a
breeze whose scents you’ve only barely tasted before
You take the risk …it’s time…
You take the step …it’s time…
You plunge…and suddenly…
You are flying…
