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         RHYMING ROOM
               


             The Bridge




  There is a secret bridge I know
      across a hidden stream
  in a land of tangled forests
      within a misty dream.
 
  And there I go when I am  hurt,
      down by the waters edge,
  and wait for He who bears my soul
      across that narrow bridge.
 
  For He can answer questions there
      in words I can not hear
  and bring me peace that knows no bounds
      as softly He draws near.
 
  Oh I have stood upon that bridge
      a time or two gone by
  and so have longed to be with Him
      upon the other side.

  But it is not my bridge to cross;
      the waters are not mine.
  And thus I wait here patiently
      until He calls my time.
      


             Easter Song


   Bend not your bough in weeping,
       Oh winter barren tree.
   Lean not your stem in sorrow,
       Oh dry and brittle weed.
   But sing for I have risen.
       All earth is new in Me
   While tears of joy rain gently
       Upon your fallen seed.
   Sing forth in bloom and beauty
       So all that live may see,
   And I will know your flower
       In Spring time here with Me.