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Just as a kid tries to cling to his daddy's leg
I try as well to reach for you.
I know you are such a great and good God
but I just know, not feel.
I know you can hold me,
but I'm afraid to lean on you.
I can't let my head rest on your chest,
and I know you can do all things new.
I'm a toddler, hardly making the first steps
but I'm afraid to untense
to relax my back in your arms;
I'm so fearful to rest in your arms.
I'm siting on this bridge
knowing I have to jump off of it
I'm scared to death to take one step more
I don't see the edge
I can't see a thing...
... jump...
but where?
I wish this was all over
I wish the skies crushed on me
to reduce me to nothing.
I wish this bridge fell down on me
to feel no pain, no fear
and all in an instant.
How great are you God?
I can't see a thing to cling to
where to jump?
I can't see you...
PS.If you please show up...?
© Sabina Rosca
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