It is just Your great love that helps us–
That reaches down through the ether,
Invisibly touching our hidden center of being,
That calmly holds us from the precarious perches
That we force ourselves onto.
Your love holds us close–
Now safe from falling,
Now safe from sliding back
Into the mire of mud-soaked sin.
You, who hold the key to our safety,
Have now transported us
On Your very own wings,
Wings on which we now ride
Into the pastures of heaven.
Kenneth Wayne Hancock