This picture I took a few weeks ago in Chattanooga, TN got me thinking &
stirred the pot of poetic thought...
connection of two worlds colliding —
water subsiding or is it rising between us?
flowing river sounds delightful — even joyful,
hopeful I become when disconnection
no longer is an option, because of this
how much greater is — His plan of redemption?
the cross, which cost the bridge builder His life,
to save mine so time & time again I could run —
into His arms of affection...
this bridge now a reflection of all He has done...
“Now all of us can come to the Father through the same Holy Spirit because of what Christ has done for us.” (Ephesians 2:18)