Made of Iron, made of wood

Some have fallen, while others withstood

Some can be burned, or break free from their moorings

While others hold strong, given plenty of shoring

Bridges offer travel, from one side to the other

providing a way, helping one reach his brother

These connections need work, in putting them together

They provide safe passage, even if there’s foul weather

If a bridge is destroyed in the depth of a storm

The gap that it leaves, is where heartache is born

We must tend our bridges, making sure they stay standing

holding firm to the ground, over waves life keeps handing

If your bridge falls apart, breaking away from the dirt

Get down on your knees, and confess all your hurt

Even if your bridge broke free in the storm

God can build a new bridge, fully shaped in His form…