The highs and the lows,
cause my faith to be to and fro.
When I’m up I’m free,
But when down I’m not me.
I get taken over by fear,
Like God isn’t near.
I start to worry,
Like I’m in a hurry.
As if there’s a sense of urgency,
Like I don’t have eternity.
But even when I’m up,
It can still be tough.
Humbling is the fall,
When dreams stand too tall.
No need to build a path,
When it’s set from time past.
Trying to find how to be,
In the narrow middle where I’m free.
33 and a Third 