I am weak yet fear no holy wrath 2

Midway down the cliff I shiver  ledged
No  guard  rail to  stop me falling off
And there I’m  stuck and  fear to breathe or budge

Of my world, I ‘ve reached the   final edge
The cliff is wet, the sea is wild and rough
Round the cliff, there is a narrow ledge

I cannot see enough to rightly judge
I must guess by watching green sea froth
As here I am fast stuck and  fear to budge

I will move  before the waves out-snatch
Lest in the ocean I am cruelly tossed
From the cliff  on fearsome narrow ledge

Now the demons,gulls and  merlins watch
For human souls who are both here and lost
Here I’m stranded and I  fear to budge

What is round the corner on my path?
I am weak yet fear no holy wrath
Round the cliff, there is a narrow ledge
On that I risk a  move; I cannot lodge