Falling, falling through thin air
Jet stream wind rush through my hair
Spinning, spinning, arms go round
Patchwork quilt of far off ground
Trusting, hoping in that lever
Since I can’t go on falling forever
Speeding, speeding, accelerating
Held in flying limbo, waiting
Pulling, pulling the parachute free
A whoosh of fabric unfolds above me
Slowing, drifting so safely down
A paper airplane in a cloud-filled town
There’s so many ways to weigh a way
Whether by night or whether by day
The choice is yours, it’s you who must say
Whether it’s right or it goes astray
There’s so many scenes either seen or unseen
Uncertain things to tell what they mean
Caught in a question of what’s in between:
A foot worthy bridge or a hidden ravine
I’ve had my share of grief and care
So weighed down with woe
I’ve worked and fought and prayed a lot
From places dark and low
With anguished cry I’ve asked but why?
And here is what I know
He gives the grace and strength to face
Each trial as we go
Hidden traps to fall into
Hidden walls we can’t see through
Hidden facts we didn’t know
Hidden places we can’t go
Unseen forces fighting for us
Unseen strength to do what we must
Unseen faith and hope each day
Unseen light to guide the way
Not those who leap, but those who trod
The narrow road with feet unshod
Are conquerors – those who scheme and snare
To fill with stolen wealth their lair
Ride on all those who walk the sod
Tis those who daily bear the fraud
Who find their way on roads so flawed
May sing the final victory prayer
Not those who leap
The mansions have no hills to plod
Nor deep pits hidden in the sod
To burn in meanness, heap with care
And rob of safety, food, and air
For conquerors are the ones who trod
Not those who leap
Running stitches round a hem
Running down and up again
Piecing quilts and piecing dreams
Mending hearts and mending seams
Sewing love in many ways
Sowing seeds for future days
Pinning patterns for a shirt
Pinning plans that somehow work
Cutting fabric, cutting losses
Patching tears and patching bruises
Basting hopes in fragile strings
Basing faith on unseen things
