Time moving too quick
Then too slow
The room spinning out of control
Looking around
No anchor to be found
I need to get a grip
Standing tall
My feet slipping
Lifting up my hands
But I never surrender
I look high to the hills
Where the strength comes from
One step towards the light, feet shaky
Closer still the ground hardens
Each step more solid than the last
Hands outstretched
I reach out and fall but…
Thankfully, You have me in your grip.
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