Singing Your Way Across
A man approached a mighty stream,
A river deep and wide,
Iced over ’neath the moon’s strong beam
And sure from side to side.
This pilgrim greatly feared to trust
To this deep, icy plain
His tabernacle made of dust
And boldly take the lane.
On hands and knees he slowly crept
Across the vast abyss
Not knowing if he should accept
His fears or all dismiss.
And then he heard, when half-way through,
A singing from behind,
He slowly turned himself to view
Its source vaguely defined.
He looked and saw a lively team
Of horses pulling coal –
Yes, four were hitched to cross the stream
Each needed for the whole.
Their driver with a cheerful smile
Was singing as he went,
He knew the safety of that mile
And so was well content.
The Christian life is like that stream
Secure and safe to cross.
But can you trust what you’ve not seen,
And sing your way across?
Christina Joy Hommes
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