How can you fly when you're afraid?
How can you leave a house full of children?
How do you spread weak wings and have faith just bare enough to lift off?
Isn't this it?
Isn't this the leaping out of nest and out into wide and holding sky?
And isn't what holds you all their prayers?
All their saying, "Go!"
And the one who says, "I'm really, really proud of you?"
Doesn't she hold your heart close and careful?
And don't you find yourself resting just a bit?
Because this is different...
It's not getting smashed and falling dead weight backward onto the hands of strangers anymore.
It's falling alright, but...
Falling right back into the arms of the Body of Christ, and always the possibility that you're going to get your heart smashed anyway.
But for this...
Those arms belong to the Everlasting One.
Your raised hands bearing this one life along.
You are the Everlasting arms of God around me.
All around me.
And the wind rushing to meet this wholly trembling heart?
So much wind that all I can do.
All I can really do now...