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My Leap


If crisis arrives
deep heartbreak cuts you down
what are you going to do
where are you going to go
where will I go? 

We must know
be reassured
there’s a God, a Heavenly Father
with all the love and power that Name implies.
 

We must know we  are seen,
heard, and
there’s a Love at work
to intervene.

 
Today, this moment
I need, I hurt, I’m stretched across an anvil
feeling the force of pound after pound
fear and ache, fear and ache
fear and ache.

Oh God. Oh God.

He determines the number of the stars
and calls them each by name.
Great is our Lord and mighty in power;
his understanding has no limit. Ps. 147:4 (NIV)

Oh God. Oh God.

His pleasure is not in the
strength of the horse,
nor his delight in the legs of a man;
the Lord delights in those…
who put their hope in his
unfailing love. Ps. 147:9-11 (NIV)

I leap…full on.

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