The Bridge

I’m only one, a single soul

Amongst billions that this earth holds

A difference make, how can I alone?

How can I matter outside of my home?

Causes a plenty, pains too many

Hurts abound, scars all around

Some may be seen, but most are hidden

Yearning for healing, but society’s fobidden

Work though it we’re told, time heals all wounds

With whom to share, we are not told, knowledge of direction is just assumed

Though reaching out, frustration builds, relief sought, but the hurt won’t yield

The breaking point becomes painfully clearer, the end approaches nearer

Anxiety builds, cries for relief internally seem painfully loud

Why can’t they hear?  Doesn’t anyone hear me crying out?

Apparently not, I give up, this need will never be met

The plans I’ll make, I’ll end the pain, at least it won’t hurt when I’m dead

Who’s story is this, you may ask?  Who could it be?

I don’t know anyone like that, how does this affect me?

Who could hurt so bad, that their pain would drive them mad?

Around I gaze trying to see.  Is there such desperation anywhere near me?

If I knew where to look, the focus of my eyes in I would zoom

The signs are there, virtually inside any room

The proximity may surprise you, the reality of such doom

Lurks in the hearts of many a young person’s classroom or bedroom

External pressures rise, approaching from every side

Internal strife tears up the inside

Parents pushing one way, friends pulling another

Do I listen to one and spurn the other?

Sex, grades, sports; Drugs, divorce, work; Identity, belonging, moralty

Each play a part, weighs on the heart

Demanding attention, many more could be mentioned

Emotional overload, potentially life altering decisions to be made

Which influence to lead credence, with which to engage

Direction needed, no compass could lend

Such guidance not capable of merely mortal men

The answer is clear, so surprisingly near

From where you ask?  If not from man, where is this helping hand?

Christ is our crutch, He loves us so much

Our hurt He’ll soothe, our burdens He’ll take

He took these away with him that day

The day he gave His life away

Our sins, you see, He bore that day.

Each nail strike took the sin away

No such pain another man has taken

Pain so severe, He feared He’d been fosaken

The pain He bore, evened the score

God’s new covenant signed with the sacrificial lamb
The gap was bridged, the chasm closed

The Trinity secured; Fahter, Son and Holy Ghost

A place inside your aching heart is all He asks to play His part

You ask Him in He begins, but this is just the start

A bridge between can now be seen, from us through Him, to the Father

He is The Way, The Truth, The Life, and The Living Water

How do we show those who do not know

The grace of the Father, given through the Son

To bring them to Him, to show the way

What do we do, what shall we say?

The answer lies within our eyes, our hands, our arms, our hearts

All of these which comprise the body of Christ, of which we are a part

We try to mirror Jesus in our lives, so our intentions they’ll know are true

With this we lead the way, aim them at him, and the rest He will do

I’m only one, a single soul

Amongst billions that this earth holds

A difference make, how can I alone?

How can I matter outside of my home?

Lend a friend a helping hand, reach out to those in need

Take time to dry an ee that cries, or sit and listen as time goes by

We offer ourselves as single souls, to comfort those around us

Each time we do, with hearts true, we are loving them like Jesus

Copyright 2007   Brian Dean Stoddard


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