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…
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…