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