"The Riches Of Building Bridges" He awoke that morning with a feeling deep inside With an urge that wouldn’t subside. Time had come at last, for him to settle down to the task With an eagerness inside of him that was burnin’. He said “Son, we have a need, a need indeed To build a bridge in the side yard. Over the creek that’s sometimes six inches deep, Between us and Grandma’s over yonder”. “It must be sturdy!” he explained, Sometimes wincing in pain, But this was a chore he needed to accomplish. So he got out his old tool belt And a rusty old pair of hammers, That hadn’t been out since he built that stout Big ole barn in New Hampshire. With that old saw he pulled from a drawer Always wondering why it was tossed out. It worked perfectly fine once he had taken the time To change the old blade and gave it a douche, With his favorite juice, good old WD-40. Seems he was busy building bridges in his dreams To replace the the ones that were burnin’. So rejoice in the fact that there’s no looking back, For the past are the waters that flowed Down the ridge and under that bridge That’s taking you where you’re goin’ The water you see, is all of the memories, Down to the sea it’s a flowin’ It washed away the sins of yesterday On it’s long meandering journey So listen real close, get it through your thick head “Forgiveness doesn’t come easy”. When it was done he turned to his son And very plainly he said… “Remember my son, while you’re out havin’ fun, “Peace and Happiness for Everyone (Mike Comfort)
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