- Annie Meadows
Bridge
The words of this poem streamed through my mind driving home after a message at church. I was reminded of many things....but the truth is, Jesus does beckon us to cross such a bridge, and He is with all the way.
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I stand at the foot of a bridge
Tarnished with words
that creep into my mind
reminding me of what
I don’t want to remember
Wobbly planks of rotting wood,
Sharp splinters of betrayals and lies,
Shattered trust
Ingrained in every board
Metal railings along the edge
Unbolted and rusted,
No longer secure
To hold my grasp
I stand at the foot of this bridge
No view of the other side --
Still in my thoughts,
Questioning my strength,
Wondering how I could ever cross
I look away
I’d rather walk on by
Find something safer
Farther away
Out of view
Never to look back
And yet You beckon me
To take one step…
Just one
on the rusty old bridge
toward the other side
The other side
Where healing begins
Forgiveness awaits
Love calls my name
Peace resides
Because You are there
Isaiah 41:10 "Fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God; I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous right hand."