Suspension

Waiting in the wings
Tugging on the strings
Giving the heart a squeeze;
Forging on a path
Expending its wrath
On the unseen trails of a breeze.

What breathes there, around the bend
What heaves there, expecting the end
Of the suspension and cable
Which is more than its able
The mind can only hold so much future.

What to prepare for
What might I look for
When I don't know the plans of the Lord?
But I trust in the grace
And I'm in love with the truth
My name in the Lamb's book is stored!