TOMORROWS BRIDGE

Author Unknown

 

Tomorrow’s Bridge, as I look ahead,

Is a rickety thing to view;

It piers are crumbled, its rails are down,

Its floors would let me through.

 

The chasm it spans is dark and deep,

And the waters foam and fret,

I have crossed that bridge a thousand times.

Though I never have reached it yet.

 

It has crashed beneath me to let me through,

Although it is miles away;

But strange, the bridges I have crossed,

Have all been safe today.

 

Perhaps I shall find when I reach the one,

That lies in the distant blue,

Some hand may have mended its rickety floor,

And its piers may be strong and new.

 

And I can pass over, lighthearted and free.

As a bird on the buoyant air.

Forgive me God, for my fearful heart,

My anxious and foolish care.