If I was running without caution,
away from all my troubles,
and just as I reached the edge of a chasm,
with bubbling hot lava below,
someone reached out and pulled me back,
planting my feet instead in an oasis,
so that the precarious place I used to stand on,
became a distant memory,
the smoke of it not even lingering on my clothes,
would I,
could I live any other way,
but in continuous gratitude and
awareness of the strength,
compassion, beauty,
and authority of the one who saved me?