We come into this life,
Helpless and dependent.
We are loved and guided,
Grow up and learn to be resilient.
Facing each day with hope,
Sharing ourselves with others.
Bonded so tight like knotted rope,
Always choosing all our druthers.
Then out of the blue,
As a thief in the night.
Life’s turns change on you,
And you are left wanting despite.
Despite of the plans you laid,
The road gets rough ahead.
The bridge is there to cross,
It’s where you’re being lead.
You stop and question why,
Why now in this late hour?
When did I miss the sign,
That was controlling the power.
Did I slip in some way,
That my course needs to change.
And is it just too late,
For my life to rearrange?
Suddenly I realize,
Who is leading the way.
It’s not me, not mortal man,
That changes things this way.
My Father knows what’s best,
And will be their when I cross.
The bridge in my life,
That I face now with dross.
© Shy Barr
May 30, 2006
Psalm 91: 1, 2
He that dwelleth in the secret place of the
most High shall abide under the shadow
of the Almighty.
I will say of the LORD, He is my refuge
and my fortress: my God; in Him will I trust. |
