Patricia Kelley (March 11 1957 / Oklahoma)
Falling and Finding Grace
I'm standing high on a high mountain.
My sin has lifted me high.
I miss the step suddenly sliding.
Tumbling over, hard sharp edged rock, and wild brush,
I feel a sudden rush.
My brush with death,
Knowing my life will soon be over.
You show me a quick flash of my life.
How I played the role as a wife.
Looking up at the one that I thought I could trust.
Me over the edge,
Watching me fall he smiles,
Knowing everyone will think it was an accident.
You take my hand before I hit the ground.
Feeling the burn marks on my flesh.
Feeling the blade marks on my flesh.
You take me in your arms.
Riding high on the wings' of Angels you safely place me.
Saving me from self-destruction, saving me from death,
You save me.
Healing my flesh,
You mentor me.
You remold me into a new creature.
Showing me the joy of salvation,
You make my life fresh.
Falling and finding, grace in the Lord.
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