The Bridge

I was weak, you were strong
You are the God who carried me along
Though feeble and weak
Tears falling down my cheek
You said as I crossed the ridge
Ahead was a bridge
I needed to cross
You are my boss - who had hung on a cross
You died for me at Calvary
Freed me from the Bondage of Slavery
I crossed the bridge
New life awaits
One day I will enter those heavenly gates.

Kizzy York aka K.Oakes 2014 Copyright

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