The Old Rugged Bridge

The Lord laid this one on my heart.

 

The Old Rugged Bridge

Written by Adam M. Snow

 

I crossed a bridge one day.

It was old, splintered and weathered.

Traveling upon it left me dismayed,

seeing planks beneath my feet untethered.

 

How fearful was I upon this bridge;

shaking, the wood still rotting.

To cross it gets me to the other ridge,

where I'm heading, safely trotting.

 

Some boards beneath my feet gave way.

By miracle, or by chance some how,

upon this bridge my feet still stayed;

while I, overwhelmed with sweat upon my brow.

 

This bridge indeed goes on for miles,

and each step I take, I suffer a bit more.

How much longer must I endure these trials?

My body's aching, shaking and sore.

 

I'm hanging on. Oh, yes I'm hanging on,

as my burden bears much weight.

I see some planks before me gone,

but a still small voice keeps me moving straight.

 

I looked down upon my feet;

shame overwhelming, the feeling of doubt.

This bridge surely has me beat.

I long for a way out.

 

I lost hope and faith along the way.

I'm about to give, this bridge is long.

In the midst I see clear as day,

as my heart now filled with songs.

 

An outstretched hand with a scar,

reaching out for me to grab.

Upon this bridge, I've traveled far.

I was weary, no more dull or drab.

 

I grab that hand, I know who it belongs.

I am hopeful, my faith restored again.

My life is singing brand new songs,

as I gaze upon his face, this man.

 

The feeling of joy upon my face,

I realize my journey's done.

It is by His unfailing grace,

that my treacherous battles are won.

 

The bridge I crossed, a frightful one indeed,

but the journey upon it reflects my life.

It opened my eyes to what I really need,

the purist love, freedom from my sinful strife.

 

I look back upon that bridge,

amazed was I to see it made new.

Here I stood on the other ridge,

with my friend, the King of Jews.

 

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Reviews

[Red Brick Keshner]

To me a bridge is symbolic of the connection between here and their and that makes for spiritual connections as with this elegant and truth filled poem. A maintained and renewed bridge is a picture of our connection in and with our Bridge, king of kings, lord or lords, messiah of prophecy, the great I AM. TFS!

[Susan 🦋]

... and let it be said, "well done, good and faithful servant." Yes, the bridge in this life is a long and rugged one. In the end, true love prevails.

[jennifer little]

great poem great flow thanks for sharing keep up the good work and never stop writing

[Poetic Beauty]

I absolutely like be this poem. It is a great way to describe finding faith and the journey along the way

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Faith is stepping out where there is no bridge, trusting there will be support, regardless. Like the song says, "Faith can build a bridge." I enjoyed your poem. We walk between the two eternities...

[Coyote Poetry]

A powerful journey shared Adam.
"I look back upon that bridge,
amazed was I to see it made new.
Here I stood on the other ridge,
with my friend, the King of Jews."
I liked the above lines. A honest view was learned. Thank you my friend for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[MoriartyMesa]

Very Johnny Cash is I am allowed to say that.

[Quinn W]

I loved the symbolic scar on his hand. That was a great add in.

[wordman]

doubt,we all carry some,great write