Crossing the narrow

Bridge, I wondered what new place

Lay over the ridge.

Perhaps a meadow

Of flowers or a stream filled

With rippling water.

Or perhaps a new

Mountain to climb and reach its’

Peak to touch the sky.

Sometimes a problem

needing a solution and

I must trust in him.

Sometimes it is pain

And grief when sad news reaches

Me; must still believe.

In life I’ve learned each

day is a journey to lean

on Jesus only.

Letting him lead the

Way through the trials and

Triumphs each new day.

He continues to be

My Savior, Lord and true friend

For eternity.

So as I cross a

New bridge I’ll lean on him to

Reach that distant ridge.