Exhausted, I clung to the edge of a cliff by my fingertips,
Grasping on for dear life as gravity pulled me.
Evil whispers threatened of dropping in the abyss.
Fiery darts grazed past, I felt their warmth yet escaped
their harm.
A staff gently pulled me to solid ground, a firm foundation
of Rock.
Steadfastly I went on. I tightly grasped my sword and shield;
I’d almost dropped them as I hung off the cliff.
O grace, sweet grace that keeps me in the Way.
I felt overwhelmed in a recent battle. As always, God carried me through. I recalled Ephesians 6 and I found great comfort in Isaiah 43 which I came across while flipping though, looking for another passage.
