This Bridge
One Night I Had A Glorious Dream.
I Was Walking Across This Bridge It Seemed.
I Was Oh So Tired And Out Of Breath,
As If I Were Oh, So Close To Death.
I Felt As If I Couldn't Take One More Step,
When To My Surprise, Right Before My Eyes,
A Man Was Standing There
With His Arms Open Wide.
He Was Dressed In A Robe Of White
And Oh He Was Such A Beautiful Sight.
Now This Dream Was Before I Was Born-Again.
For I Was Living A Life Full Of Sin.
At Times I Was Not Very Nice,
And Never Did I Ever Think Much About Christ.
But I Was Getting Closer And Closer In Sight,
And Wanted So For Him To Hold Me Tight.
I Wanted So To See His Face,
But It Was As If It Were Erased.
I Needed So To Look Into His Eyes,
When All Of A Sudden, I Opened Mine.
Now That I Look Back And I See,
The Time Was Just Not Meant To Be.
For He Was Telling Me That This Bridge I Cross,
Neither Am I Alone, Nor Am I Lost.
For He Is The One Who Is Leading The Way
And I Am The One Who Is Following Today.
For Now I Am Truly Born-Again,
Knowing Someday, That This Bridge Will End.
Cathy Jo Moore
© 1989