Precipice of Grace

I dwell on a high precipice called grace –
A towering mountain peak.
From here I can see whole worlds!
Flights of angels brush my cheek.

It’s exhilarating up here, so high –
I stand a victor, won.
My vision pierces through the sky,
Face bathed in Morning Sun.

But one misstep, loose pebble, a slip –
That’s all it takes to fall.
My human flesh would go crashing down,
My cranium collide with a wall.

And so I do: I slip, I slide.
I fall, I fall, I fall!
Miraculously, I am not destroyed;
Just sad, brokenhearted. Appalled.

His soft hand ever catches my frame;
So gentle, so very kind.
His eyes search deep and cradle me;
His face is my strong Vine.

His whisper draws me toward Him:
“Child, do not be deceived!
Many gifts I have given you;
Receive them. Receive. Receive!”

Why does His love lift me back to this peak?
Why, when I am so small?
Why does He take the risk?
And allow me to stand so tall?

It’s a dangerous place, this mountain of grace.
He entrusts me with far too much.
He knows this. But still He gives and gives –
Transforms me with one mighty touch.

I am nothing. Powerless. Dust.
Yes, it is very true.
Yet somehow I wield both sword and key,
Standing on this mountain with You.

Dear God of grace, we praise You.
Look what You have done!
You have taken Your robe and clothed us;
You have crowned us imperial sons!

“What is man that You take thought of him,
And the son of man that You care for him?
Yet You have made him a little lower than God,
And You crown him with glory and majesty!
You make him to rule over the works of Your hands;
You have put all things under his feet.” Psalm 8:1-4