The circus of my life,
It’s a trapeze act,
Holding on to Jesus.
He’s got a tight grip on me,
And we are flyin’ !!!
Then, the degree of difficulty increases.
I reach for my wife, my kids,
their families, work and projects.
My grasp is weak.
I need more strength!
It’s slippery.
I fear a misjudgment.
Somebody’s gonna fall?!?
As we sail overhead,
I pray for His net beneath us.
I can’t always see it,
But I know it’s there.
Amen.
