The knife edge spoke to the desperate girl,
If you sit on me you´ll cut yourself, if you
stand on me you´ll fall,
Wouldn’t you rather just leap high, over that
future wall?
By staying here you´d be lacerated & cut
to smithereens,
And if you fall my dear, the height is never
what it seems.
The girl tiptoed slowly to the edge of that
knife,
With searing pain in her heart & sad tear
in her eye,
She prayed, pleading with God & asking him
“why?”
Then before getting seriously cut or beginning
to fall,
She heard HIS voice & then leapt high, over
the wall.
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