The Bridge

"For there is one God, and one mediator between God and men, the man Christ Jesus."
(1 Timothy 2:5) 

The Bridge

A bridge crosses over what we hope to touch
It connects a vision to the light above
Not always solid, it can move beneath our feet
the steps we take are marked out and unique

A bridge can be invisible, only seen by very few
It connects souls together and life ensues
A bridge is a walkway from what was to what will be
in the middle we are unsure of what we may see

A bridge is a passage, a way of getting over, getting through
It is a way across a vast expanse, a way to see the view
A bridge covers over water, makes a valley seem small
it's strength is in its subtlety as  most strong things are

A bridge is how I got here, it's why I am yet alive
The wooden structure beneath me was vast and it was wide
I had no means of crossing, no way to get beyond my sin
The cross became the bridge that forever united me to Him

So the next time you cross over what appears to be a normal, ordinary bridge
Take a moment and ponder: He laid His life down so you might live...



Written by Anne Marie Hawke
November 2019
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