Faith

Upon the highest cliff,
Cliffs of fear,
Cliffs of sin,
On the mountain of despair,
You wait for me.
Stretching out your hand,
Whilst I close my eyes
With doubt in my heart,
With my chin held to the skies,
I know the only way is down.
But I pray for wings,
I pray to fly into your arms.
I pray you never let me down,
That my feet never touch the ground.
Just take me home,
To the hills of pride,
At the gates of holiness,
On the steps of glory,
When I leap right into your grasp.