I can’t build
the bridge
But I can cross it
when asked
I can’t mark
the trail
But I can follow
when tasked
I can’t light
the fire
But I can warm
in its glow
I can’t walk
on water
But I can bathe
in its flow
I can’t play
the harp
But know an Angel
with hands
I can’t save
the masses
But love a Savior
— who can
(The First Book Of Prayers: August, 2025)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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A poem of doing what we are able and looking up to those that can do more. Lovely
Thanks Soren.
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