Crossing the Bridge Over Troubled Waters
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Life and death are what you make of them. What you believe determines your joy and sorrow.
When life's over and we're done
We are called, we have no voice
Crossing is for everyone
We must go, we have no choice
The waters may be dark and deep
When crossing to other side
Those we've left may moan and weep
Contending with the changing tide
Their time will come, it could be soon
The bridge is there for crossing o'er
No longer see the Sun and Moon
Life's travels end on distant shore
There should be joy to end the race
Takes death to gaze on Jesus' face
Copyright © Franklin Price | Year Posted 2020
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