Places on the Way - Bridges
Picture of the old toll bridge at Bathampton By Paul Collings
Truly, truly, I say to you, whoever hears my word and believes him who sent me has eternal life. He does not come into judgment, but has passed from death to life. John 5:24
There stands a bridge built years ago
Across torrential river’s flow
Where once a price to cross, to pay
The traveller’s only passing way.
What toll, what payment’s entrance fee
Do I require that I might see
And pass from death to life, be free
From judgement’s starkened dark decree?
You say, dear Lord, listen, believe
The words I speak life to relieve;
The cost that you can never meet
Is waved, come pass my judgement seat.
You even cross the bridge to me
Accompany me that I may see
Your truth, your life your loving way,
And at my side my fears allay.
Lord, help me walk there by your side
And in your presence stay, abide
Keep me believing in your word
The loving tidings I have heard.
“The longer you remain distant, the deeper, wider, and darker the chasm becomes making it all the more difficult to bridge.” ― Ken Poirot