I stand on the old stone bridge looking down,
Looking through the green depths,
As if my soul is beneath me.
I look up and there before me is My River,
That place where I walk with My Spirit.
Stepping off the bridge,
I become one with My River,
I walk silently by its side,
The green waters
Slowly sliding with me.
Coming to the new bridge I walk beneath it,
The roar of life’s traffic above me .
The rush of life is left behind me
As I move further with My Spirit,
Moving with Natures Joy beside me.
The time comes when I am at peace,
At peace within myself.
Once more My River has cleansed me,
Cleansed me from the trials of life,
And here in the peace I am at one,
At one with My Spirit and My River,
Where all is one within My Soul.
I stop,
At the end of my current Journey,
I look ahead and see another bridge,
That bridge that I will not cross,
That bridge where My Spirit leaves,
Leaves my body,
And flows with My River,
Flows towards Eternity.