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He Kept Going To The Edge
He was born into this life a normal man to a household of loving parents never to scarp are have a need for any outside attention. He wasn’t born with a silver spoon in his mouth, But in all…. he was still a child of the king.
He went about his daily duties that were required to live life. In all knowing he was blessed and living in the best. Still he pushed and toiled with the elements of life and as they broke him down. He still wanted more. He thought of himself as hard core a real man.
A jack of all trades there was really nothing that he could not do; Unfortunely he was born with gifts. Most people would have to go to school for most of what he knew.
A man of care became …..A man of weakness
He toiled all day and night still to find himself wanting
He lived as though he mocked his maker
He lived on the edge as to say …..Look Father I’m pushing.
I’ve come to the ledge over and over again.
You see he was kicking against the brick.
He had everything in life that most people would die for. Some has taken their lives for.
He new his maker was dissatisfied with his ways. He knew that the way he was going it was causing him pain and discomfort. He knew that all his days where nights and his nights where days. No Rest….No Sleep. Toiling with the elements of life.
In all his acts and deeds he was screaming…..I don’t want this life anymore. Take it back. He ran to the ledge again. I’m angry for this reason and that reason. I don’t know why. I have nothing to live or he shouts to his maker as he hung over the ledge. But he could not fall down into the pit that kept calling him to jump.
He shouted I have no rest my peace is gone. My father has gone on home. My mother is praying daily. Her hair has waxed gray. I have yet to exast all my resource. Yet you still make all my days new and refreshed. Can you not hear me? And see how I challenged the elements of this life.
He stood there on the ledge listening to his echo going across the tops of the mountains of high as the moonlight danced on the valleys below. He thought the earth was standing still for all his remarks
Blood shot eyes, cold stone face of distress and wieriness.He fell to sleep on the ledge with rocks cascading to the bottomless pit below. Something was holding him in place. Was it gravity? Oh dear why? Anyone would ask or say…….He is such a bad boy always taking chances.
Morning came as it always did new bright and pretty. You could see as far as heaven would allow.
To his amazement he was still here on the ledge of life. Asking what was holding him? Why can’t he deface gravity along with all the other chances he has taken? I keep coming to this ledge to give it all up he repeated. Gravity just won’t let me be.
A voice more louder than the voices in his head and the echoes of his voice off the mountain peaks. The voice shook the ground where he was laying.
I’m The One that holds you on this ledge.
………………..My Grace Is Sufficient
I’m The One that you challenge day to day.
………………..My Grace Is Sufficient
I’ve watched you climb to my high place and question my judgment.
……………….My Grace Is Sufficient
I’ve watch you lean in on my Grace that you thought was gravity.
………………And still My Grace Is Sufficient
Now that I have your attention and you have come to me over and over again not knowing that you were before my face.
Standing on Holy Grounds and living a disgrace.
You’ve come to this ledge to meet with me in death time and time again.
Have you not notice my grace from the very first time you fell from your bike?
Rolled out of bed and bumped your head?
Fell from your tree house with only a scratch?
The day you had no money and…..Still your table I did bless.
You overdosed on pills and…….. I carried you through.
This is the end everyday you would cry. Rating and raving just like a child.
Still my son you come to the ledge to here me say….. Life is to Precious to throw in.
Stand up and brush yourself off. It’s not Gravity ….It is my Grace
My Grace is sufficient
©10/21/10 Sharon Smith