Faith is Falling

I stood on the edge of the abyss,
my heart pounding fiercely as I asked,
"How did I get myself into this?"

"Just turn your back and look straight ahead,"
a voice at my side said quietly.
The pounding in my chest filled me with dread.

Faith is falling,
falling down
into the unseen arms.

"I don't want to fall. Will you catch me? This is insane!"
my head screamed as the same gentle voice answered.
"Only those who let go find what there is to gain."

I took a deep breath and slowly let it out.
Terror mixed with inexplicable joy
began to replace my crippling doubt.

Faith is falling,
falling down
and getting back up again.

My arms spread wide like a cross,
I stepped back off the cliff.
Panic! Then peace engulfed me as I embraced loss.

Faith is trusting and leaping and falling,
soaring and seeing what others don't.
Faith alone hears that silent calling.

It's the phoenix rising from the ashes of men.
And when I've been knocked down and out,
Faith is what makes me get up again.

Faith is falling,
falling down
and getting back up again.

Faith is falling,
falling down
into the unseen arms.

Faith is calling,
calling now
and lifting me up again.