The Hilltop

The dizzy, white blur,
Overlooking the valley,
Chills me to the bone,
The panoramic view inspires surely,
For the anxiety of height, there is a cure,
But do not be hesitant to groan,

Today is my peak, on this peak,
“I’ve com so far!” I speak,
Look at me now grandma,
I only wish my mother could hear,
My heart feels like asthma,
But I fight the approaching despair,
I dedicate my success to her fair,

This is a God given moment,
In my history to date,
That’s when I feel my foot slip,
I hear the break in my saftey clip,
I fall far at a ferocious rate,
I scream and cry thinking I am to die,
I tuck myself as hard as possible,
“This must be it.” I sigh,

By some sort of miracle I awake,
I can feel my hands, this isn’t fake,
I came out completely unscathed,
I knew God had blessed me that day,
Then I had traveled home,
For a quiet life, to sit and pray,
Gone is my desire to roam,
Take comfort and love in being saved.