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.