Bridges
By:
Gesenia Burley
Storms come
Harsh winds blow.
At this time most drive me slow;
My grips: well I have none.
The Crossings are hard
My bars shake;
I seemed to put all lives in stake.
I can be tall.
I can be small.
All still will cross me; all in all
But storms cross over;
The clouds roll over
Starting to make a spread,
For the sunlight is just ahead!
Trust me; all will ride me
I’ll take you through storms; but don’t be mislead
Through these storms in Christ you must cleave;
For He will never leave.
For storms always come, but clouds do spread;
Because the sunlight is always just ahead!