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You created a bridge just for me.
It isn’t made of wooden planks, slabs of concrete or
columns of steel.
It isn’t made of plastic, rubber or foam.
You built a bridge with flesh and blood that was your
own.
You created a bridge for me to cross into the garden of
green pastures and
still waters.
There is goodness and mercy across the bridge.
I see it from where I stand.
There is peace and tranquility for all who ask.
There is plenty and the table is full.
With your out stretched arms you created a bridge for me
to cross.
As long as I live, You will provide.
I shall not want,
And as my life fades away I will not be scared,
For you are my guide and I will cross that bridge to a
glorious place called
Home.
by: Leah A. Eierman 7/24/02
Copyright ©2002
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