In this life, On this journey, I stand on the edge of a cliff I wandered there; I waited there silently. Alone with you Looking across and looking up I looked tot he east and west- Praying I could walk in either direction On the thin air. I stood and stood Lacking the confidence to try standing idly by, So high up in the sky. I walked off the edge. Before I fell hard Southward, I struggled on my step-stumbling. In my gait I crumbled At the feet of Jesus asking for forgiveness. I said a prayer, Stood up confidently straight, and walked gaily on With my father as my companion. I walk with my feet on the thin air. Always kneeling and praying, while walking Gaily on; straight ahead On the right side of God On clouds under the moon.