Monday, March 16, 2009

Cross That Bridge

I would not cross that bridge for silver and I would not cross for gold
I would not cross that bridge, Lord, that water underneath is cold.

The birds fly high above me and they laugh at a woman's fears
I would not cross that bridge, Lord, have pity on my tears.

That bridge is far too high to cross, that bridge is far too steep
I would not cross that bridge, Lord, the water underneath is deep.

The train come down the mountain and she run the bridge so fast
I would not cross that bridge, Lord, I'm feared to be left for last.

That river's much too wide to cross, my Lord, I'm turning back
I would not cross that bridge, Lord, the river she run so black.

The river run so white across the teeth of broken stone
I would not cross that bridge, Lord, but for Your hand alone.

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7 comments:

Neverending story said...

This is true for me, too. Though at time's I loose sight of His hand, when I get distracted or discouraged and loose my focus.

littlekhargosh said...

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cos u know in God's hand you'll be alright...

thanks for sharing this beautiful words.

Fledgling Poet said...

This was beautiful...it definitely needs to be sung!

Tumblewords: said...

Great song! Do you sing it?

Linda Jacobs said...

Love "the teeth of broken stone" as well as the whole tone. I'd love to hear it sung!

davidearle.pip.verisignlabs.com said...

Thank you for your wonderful words of inspiration.

I feel like that every time I face a performance and have to remind myself that it is only through God that I can get over the bridge.

cyclopseven said...

Faith is the hallmark of existence. The last line speaks the ultimate. Good piece.