Precipice

So I spiral down
Taken by a god
Avenged with armies
And the god's mark
Within my soul
Newly the territory
Of the Lord of hosts.
The atmosphere
Was thick with angels
And heavenly charioteers.
A great hammer strike He made
And chased His foes
Into the places where they hide.
Now they creep
Out of the shadows
Knowing I will not always
Have armies at my back
And being a bit more careful
With God's daughter.
And I wail aloud
In my pain and suffering
Grateful for the great salvation
Of the sovereign Lord
But kinda wishing
He had healed me too.
On a precipice I sit,
Feet dangling over the abyss.
Knives and pills and sorrow and options
Or pie and coffee, maybe.
I sit on the precipice
Over the grand chasm
Where sharks wait to devour me
Leagues below.
I throw a rock down,
Don't hear it hit bottom.
Here is a push,
I just heard him say.
Free fall.
I will not be pushed into the abyss.
My choice or not at all.
I extend my wings
And begin to fly.
Oh songs I cannot sing
Oh winds whose breath I feel
Amongst the feathers of my wings
Oh radiant Son of the Living God
Here I come.