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The Bridge

 




Upon his back a carpenter bore his wood
Ruggedly hewn and heavy as to make him lapse to his knees
A kind hand helped him with his burden and
On he forged to the place where he would build his bridge

There in his hands he took his nails and began to build
For this is the life of a carpenter
To take into his hands something raw and rugged
And through his labor shape it into something
with meaning and form and afterwards know it is good



It is his life's work, for others he builds, shelters,
And bridges by which weary souls rest and travel
Breaches between worlds of confinement to life
Anew waiting on the other side
Across valleys so deep none could cross were
It not for the works of his hands


And even so as he began to build there were those
who proclaimed no need for him or the path he lay
Those who neither welcomed or embraced change
Few understood the need for his work



Despite their revelry and scorn he lay the foundation
For them who rebuked him he labored on till his hands spilled blood
He labored till his strength was spent and saw no
Rest until the bridge reached across
The timbers were raised and heaven spilled down upon the earth


From two rugged timbers and the the nails in his hands
He endured till the way was made ,Till he could labor no longer
He looked upon the faces of the weary souls who had
Changed their hearts and now gathered to cross
Heaven and earth met in an infinite embrace
He now could look upon the bridge and with his final breath, say
" It is finished "




Paige Gray

 


He then led them out near Bethany, and with hands upraised, blessed them. As he blessed, he left them, and was taken up to heaven.

Luke 24, 50-51


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



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