You think you live in light
While I am stumbling in the night.
You think God's hand is hov'ring over you.
You seem to have no fear
About the way you travel here.
You think God blesses everything you do.
I struggle night and day
To try to find the narrow way;
And, yes, sometimes I stumble and I stall.
But let me tell you this:
I fear that heaven you may miss;
"Take heed lest, when you think you stand, you fall."
Tina Rae Collins