I Stand At The Edge Of A Cliff Poem by Domenic Marbaniang

I stand at the edge of a cliff,
Lord, how many times I've been brought here!
The winds sway me and the valley pulls me down;
I turn cold and numb, and can fairly clutch me on.
I stand on, confused and bewildered,
Not knowing, now, where to go.

Still, my anchor is cast upward,
Though it's not always that I can see the rope.
The winds sway me and the bottom pulls me down;
I turn cold and numb, but You still clutch me on.
I stand on, confused and bewildered,
Yet knowing that You know where to go.