THE BRIDGE BUILDER
By Will Allen Dromgoole
An old man going a lone highway.
Came, at the evening cold and gray,
To a chasm vast and deep and wide.
Through which was flowing a sullen tide
The old man crossed in the twilight dim,
The sullen stream had no fear for him;
But he turned when safe on the other side,
And built a bridge to span the tide.
“Old man,” said a fellow pilgrim near,
“You are wasting your strength with building here;
Your journey will end with the ending day,
You will never again pass this way;
You’ve crossed the chasm, deep and wide,
Why build this bridge at evening tide?”
The builder lifted his old gray head;
“Good friend, in the path I have come,” he said,
“There followed after me today
A youth whose feet must pass this way.
This chasm that has been as naught to me
To this fair-haired youth may a pitfall be;
He, too, must cross in the twilight dim;
Good friend, I am building this bridge for him!”
There is no loophole your neighbors need you.
His servant, Wade Martin Hughes, Sr. Kyfingers@aol.com
Contributed by Boomer Phillips on May 12, 2021
There are millions of people who, when they die, will be unable to cross over into eternal life, because they are on the wrong side of the river of eternity. However, there is hope; as God has made a bridge through His Son, Jesus Christ.