Safe in the arms of love

We got lost again
Drove to the end of a road
And a red faced man
Told us to do what we're told
And on the 23rd night
Things ain't bad but things ain't right

Are we falling or flying
Are we falling or flying
Are we living or dying

The air's so heavy
It could drown a butterfly
If it flew too high
And on the 35th morning
Things ain't good but things ain't boring

Are we falling or flying
Are we falling or flying
Are we living or dying

Sometimes it's hard to tell
If there's a life behind a song
But i know tomorrow
Today won't feel so long
Cause on the 42nd night
The room was dark but the stage was bright

Are we falling or flying
Are we falling or flying
Are we living or dying
Cause my friend this too shall pass
So play every show like it's your last
~excerpted from "Flying or Falling", by - you guessed it - Grace Potter!~

It's been a long day. I could make a "pros and cons" list of the day, and I would come out thinking it was a great day. But for some reason, it was heavy. Heavy on my mind, my heart. I get ready to face some things I'm not ready to face. And I wonder, if I'm falling or flying. Living or dying. I know I'm dying...I know I'm living, like never before, as I walk these particular steps on the winding path to my grave. Pain from all directions, and joy flowing in through the cracks.

I can't spell it out...but I need your prayers.
Pray I'll be flying - on eagle's wings, by His power.