To Stand through the Falling?
How fragile is life.
That the world can fall away
beneath your feet.
It's a truth we so often ignore,
block-out, forget,
and try to bury.
But at times like these
it rears its ugly head,
as if to tease our very souls.
Your life is but a speck in the sands of time,
A blot upon the earth,
A chasing after the wind.
Who will remember you when your gone?
And how will your hoardings
grant you redemption?
If the world fell away from beneath your feet,
Would you be ready
To stand through the falling?
Or will you have someone to catch you in His arms,
To hold you close,
and wipe away your tears.
Someone to give your life meaning.
Someone to banish the pain.
Someone to carry you home.