From cliffs of our own choosing,
from cliffs that sneak-up on us,
from cliffs that we approach
pedantically with eyes wide shut,
please deliver us, good Lord!
Deliver us with common sense
that vanishes as cliffs appear.
Deliver us with wisdom
hiding in the face of fear.
Deliver us vision to see
beyond smoke and mirrors.
Show us how to fill the chasm
with castaway angst and greed,
to marshal discipline and courage
and rein the frothing steed.
Fill us with confidence, not in
our own plan, but your purposes;
with trust not in our provision,
but in your holy providence.
Show us the facade of self-protection,
the depth and riches of your glories,
the grand design of connection
through our universal stories.
© 2012 Todd Jenkins