The Edge of a Cliff

As our earthly tents wear out,
Crumble, break down and decay,
I, Myself, have found throughout,
There’ll be low moments when we say,

“It feels as if I dangle off the edge of a steep cliff;
Hanging here, I wonder, when into sleep will I slip?”.
The feeling isn’t pleasant, of death we’ve caught a whiff,
But the true living God, Jesus, has us in His grip.

Though fallen ill, we may recover,
Roam the world and walk around,
But whatever, in the future, we discover,
By our Shepherd, Jesus, we’ve been found.

Though it’s a good gift to ask for,
Our hope and joy is not in health.
We look to Christ who all our sin bore;
In Him is found true wealth.

When our bodies weaken and grow thin,
And fear of death threatens to intrude,
Remember, He who died for all your sin,
Has, you, relentlessly pursued.

Jesus left behind the splendor,
Of perfect Heaven above.
He knew not sin but did surrender,
His own life for ours in love.

He surely will not now,
Abandon His sheep to the grave.
He who was pierced will not allow,
Those to fall whom He forgave.

All who trust Him are held tightly,
Within His scarred and mighty hands.
Though anxieties may plague nightly,
His perfect love, all fear, disbands.

Our God, He is the Light,
And us, He never will forget.
He will lead us through the darkest night,
And deliver us from every threat.

It is not to a cliff we cling;
It is to Christ that we hold fast.
He is our Savior, God and King,
And His love for us is vast.

What then can death do,
But bring us face to face with God?
It’s merely a veil that we pass through,
To with perfect righteousness be shod.

Fear not the pangs of death,
For that cretin has no teeth.
All who trust Christ receive His breath;
For eternal life He does bequeath.