The Bridge

I've been pushed to the edge of a towering cliff
By the floods of torment in which I live.
I kept staring at my feet as forward I stepped,
And I nearly missed The Bridge.

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This poem is just a little verse I wrote during church the other night... Ron was talking about how hard it is to have faith when we are only looking at ourselves in trials... we look at how we can muster up faith, and faith becomes an idol, instead of relying on God, and obeying what He says when we don't feel obedient. 

He painted a word picture of trials being so big that they push us to the edge of a cliff, and we are only looking at ourselves. 

I used HIS idea and made it rhyme.  :)

My Dream

I walked through the sands of the Bitter and Sweet,
I climbed up the mountain where I sat at Your feet,
And we stayed there for just awhile.

Now I search high and low to find You--- why did You go?
When will You come back, I'm desperate to know.
But I know You won't desert your child.

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This song is based on a dream I had... one of the coolest dreams I've ever had, I must say.

It started with several tasks that I had to accomplish.  I did all these things, knowing I needed to get to the Cinnamon and Sugar farm at the end (go figure).  When I got to the farm (after all the rest of the items were crossed off the list), I stepped out of the car onto the cinnamon and sugar... it was like sand everywhere.  Harmony, a missionary here at TECH, met me wearing overalls.  She and I discussed the few questions we would have for Jesus if we could just talk to Him. 

We decided it was time, so she said goodbye to me, and I headed across the fields of cinnamon and sugar.  I climbed up this mountain, still made of the sandy mixture, and I sat down, Indian-style.  Suddenly Jesus appeared--- He was lit up, like there were fluorescent lights shooting out of Him... but more like a diamond under light because all colors of the rainbow were reflecting off of Him... It was crazy!


I just stared.  He waited, looking at me with a knowing smile on His face. 

I stared for awhile longer... then He was gone.

I ran down the mountain, across the field and back to Harmony.  She asked what He said. I admitted that I actually couldn't think of anything to ask Him... but that I could if I had a second chance.  She agreed that we should try all of this again.

So, believe it or not, I actually recounted to her my entire adventure before arriving at the Cinnamon and Sugar farm, and we decided I needed to do it all again. 

Hahaha!!!  So I began my dream from the start.  I went to all of the same places, found the same people, said the same things, then drove out to Harmony's farm.  She said, "Are you ready this time?"  I said yes. 

I walked across the sand, up the mountain, and I sat down.  Jesus appeared AGAIN!  The same way!  I was overwhelmed by the light and color and... HIM, that I couldn't say anything... again.

I came down the mountain after He'd left.  I walked up to Harmony, and I said, "I couldn't think of anything to say."

She said, "Maybe those questions just aren't important when you're face to face with Him."


Then I woke up.



All week, since that happened a week ago, I've been expectant.  I keep thinking Jesus is close by... I was at church Friday preparing for worship, and I heard a sound.  I felt so foolish when I realized it wasn't Jesus, and I had mentally prepared myself for Him to be coming in.  I wish it would be soon...

I guess I just miss Him.  Pretty soon...

Traveler

Chorus:
These four walls I don't call "home,"
'Cause I'm a traveler here.

These four walls I don't call "home,"
'Cause I'm a traveler here.

People might invite me in
'til they know who I am.
I'll invite them to travel with me,
But they wanna stay where they live.

(Chorus)

Can't get settled living out of a bag---
It makes me long for my Home.
Some I meet say they're travelers, too,
But they never get up and go.

(Chorus)

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I was driving to church when I saw these two people about my age--- dirty and dark from the sun--- and the man held a sign that said something at the top (I couldn't read it fast enough), and at the bottom it said, "Traveling."

I ended up pulling over and talking to them for awhile.  They gave me the names Alyssa and Popeye, and they also gave me inspiration for this song.  At church I sat down and put this song together with only the first verse.  I added the second verse at home when I finally found some clean underwear in a bag we'd packed when moving into our house... we're still living out of bags!  So... there ya' go!  Traveler.