Bridge Builder Across the Jordan

The crossing of the Jordan continues.  As we continued working on the road/bridge today,  I was reminded of the following poem.  The road across is by no means a perfect bridge, but our goal is to cross getting to the other side.  Today we leveled it out as much as possible getting ready for the cart to pass in the near future, then later children as they go to school.  Thank you for your continued prayers and support!



The Bridge Builder Poem
An old man, going a lone highway,
Came, at the evening, cold and gray,
To a chasm, vast, and deep, and wide,
Through which was flowing a sullen tide.
The old man crossed in the twilight dim;
The sullen stream had no fears for him;
But he turned, when safe on the other side,
And built a bridge to span the tide.
“Old man,” said a fellow pilgrim, near,
“You are wasting strength with building here;
Your journey will end with the ending day;
You never again must pass this way;
You have crossed the chasm, deep and wide-
Why build you a bridge at the eventide?”

The builder lifted his old gray head:
“Good friend, in the path I have come,” he said,
“There followeth after me today,
A youth, whose feet must pass this way.
This chasm, that has been naught to me,
To that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be.
He, too, must cross in the twilight dim;
Good friend, I am building the bridge for him.”
Author: Will Allen Dromgoole