13,000 Feet 100 Miles Per Hour

by Erick Neal   Sep 17, 2013


Free falling from 13,000 feet.
Holding onto a rose with one hand.
Wiping tears away with the other.
Her life flashing by at 100 miles per hour.
Nothing to save her now.
An angel without her wings to carry her.
God please give her a safe landing.
In her pocket is a picture of Jesus.
Tear stained and worn out from time.
She has stayed faithful for all of these years.
Waiting, hoping, dreaming about this day.
Now here she is with nothing to hold on to.
Here she is falling over me.

Free falling from 13,000 feet.
Holding onto a pen with one hand.
Wiping tears away with the other.
My life flashing by at 100 miles per hour.
Nothing to save me now.
An angel without my wings to carry me.
God please give me a safe landing.
In my pocket is a picture of Jesus.
I haven't looked at in a while.
It's been hard staying faithful, but here I am.
Waiting, hoping, dreaming about this day.
Now here I am with nothing to hold on to.
Here I am falling over her.

Free falling from 13,000 feet.
Holding onto each other.
Our hearts beating as one.
Emotions racing by at 100 mile per hour.
Only our souls can save us now.
Are we angels without wings to carry us?
Our landing is on this dance floor.
In God's pocket is a picture of us.
He looks at it every time love goes wrong.
Knowing that there is something out there.
Waiting, hoping, dreaming about this day.
When true love never was so real.
The day we fell in love.

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