Tomorrow’s Bridge
Author Unknown
Tomorrow’s
Bridge, as I look ahead
Is a
rickety thing to view;
It piers
are crumbled, its rails are down,
Its floors
would let me through.
The chasm
it spans is dark and deep,
And the
waters foam and fret,
I have
crossed that bridge a thousand times.
Though I
never have reached it yet.
It has
crashed beneath me to let me through,
Although
it is miles away;
But
strange, the bridges I have crossed
Have all
been safe today.
Perhaps I
shall find when I reach the one
That lies
in the distant blue,
Some hand
may have mended its rickety floor,
And its
piers may be strong and new.
And I can
pass over, lighthearted and free.
As a bird
on the buoyant air.
Forgive me
God, for my fearful heart,
My anxious
and foolish care.