thread taut between our eyes
we trepidatiously tiptoe on a tightrope to beauty
to meet in the middle on a stare way to heaven
never out of Your sight,
I step back from the flames,
afraid to be burnt by rising temperatures
an errant flushing of the cheeks could send me
fumbling,
stumbling,
tumbling,
falling right into your arms
Jan 13
Jan 13, 2026 at 12:12 AM UTC
thread taut between our eyes
we trepidatiously tiptoe on a tightrope to beauty
to meet in the middle on a stare way to heaven
never out of Your sight,
I step back from the flames,
afraid to be burnt by rising temperatures
an errant flushing of the cheeks could send me
fumbling,
stumbling,
tumbling,
falling right into your arms
12/6/25