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| Found this image on John Paul Jackson's Facebook...it's perfect for this poem. |
The Bridge
It was a harsh and stony pathway,
Though I knew the way was straight.
It seemed so dark and hopeless,
But I had to keep my faith.
Trudging up hills,
Climbing rocks and ragged hedges;
It took all the strength I had
Just to dodge the jagged edges.
Slipping down the mountainside,
Voicing my complaint;
My strength was gone, my courage failed,
I was fighting not to faint.
Sliding to the foot of the hill,
The valley I then faced,
Tired and beaten, so weary and worn,
How can I run this race?
It was a harsh and stony pathway,
Though I knew the way was straight.
It seemed so dark and hopeless,
But I had to keep my faith.
Trudging up hills,
Climbing rocks and ragged hedges;
It took all the strength I had
Just to dodge the jagged edges.
Slipping down the mountainside,
Voicing my complaint;
My strength was gone, my courage failed,
I was fighting not to faint.
Sliding to the foot of the hill,
The valley I then faced,
Tired and beaten, so weary and worn,
How can I run this race?
If I stop to rest, will I give up and die?
Will I make it on my own?
This path is my life, I can clearly see
How I’ve reaped what I have sown.
Fighting to cross the waters now;
A raging, evil tide,
“Help me, God! Please help me, God,
Get to the other side!”
The fog began to lift in the midst of my despair,
I saw a bridge on up ahead,
Sweet answer to my prayer!
Warily I crossed,
Will I make it on my own?
This path is my life, I can clearly see
How I’ve reaped what I have sown.
Fighting to cross the waters now;
A raging, evil tide,
“Help me, God! Please help me, God,
Get to the other side!”
The fog began to lift in the midst of my despair,
I saw a bridge on up ahead,
Sweet answer to my prayer!
Warily I crossed,
For the water raged below;
How this bridge suddenly appeared,
I surely did not know!
How this bridge suddenly appeared,
I surely did not know!
Looking up I see the mountaintop,
Where Peace and Love abide;
Such great relief to have crossed the bridge,
And be on the other side!
Halfway up I turned and looked,
And cried at what I saw.
My rugged bridge had been the Cross,
Where Jesus bore it all.
~Margaret
Where Peace and Love abide;
Such great relief to have crossed the bridge,
And be on the other side!
Halfway up I turned and looked,
And cried at what I saw.
My rugged bridge had been the Cross,
Where Jesus bore it all.
~Margaret
The Sinks, Gatlinburg, TN
Oh, my! That picture looks as tho it was made for your poem!
ReplyDeleteIt's a wonderful poem, too.
The picture--BR, I actually felt myself start to hyperventilate just looking at it! Not good with crossing bridges on foot. Not good at all.
But what a beautiful and full of meaning that particular bridge is. I'm going to scroll up hold on to the arms of my chair, and look at it again. :}
Deb
As always, Meg, a wonderful poem! I love the picture too! Such a pretty area you live by!
ReplyDeletebetty
Thanks, Betty! I don't live near enough to Gatlinburg! It really should be in Alabama, and it would be perfect.
DeleteBeautiful, important and timeless.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, just beautiful Margaret.
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