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.  :)