The Bridge

The Bridge

There is a bridge called Friendship -
A walkway o’er a stream.
It is beautiful and knowing -
A place for joy to meet.
Yea, there is a bridge called Friendship
Which strings my heart to yours;
Oft threaded with kind lilies
Lining its lovely frame;
Yet it still can be tossed and broken,
Shattered by our cares.
If this path is wrecked by heartache
Or by some bitter memory,
Arise and hasten hither;
Hasten your steps to me.
The stream below is empty
Unless we build this bridge again,
And meet along her pathway
And over the waters peer;
And see therein reflected
Forgiveness and her End,
And the beauty of a friend.

©NnekaEdwards2007


Be gentle and ready to forgive;
never hold grudges.
Remember, the Lord forgave you,
so you must forgive others
Col 3:12-13 - TLB