There's an old shakey walkway-that
crosses the pit below..
And pieces of the steps are missing and
some of the ropes are no more...
Staying here, where I am, will not keep
me moving on...
So, I must cross the footbridge-But I
won't go alone!
My faith will keep me lifted-I'll look
up, I won't look down...
Because-On the other side--I'll be given
a beautiful crown!
The world is our shakey walkway--and
without faith-we will surely fall...
But--Right on the other side is Jesus,
arms reaching out..hear his call?
So--If you are crossing-Headed for the
other side...
Look to your Host of Hosts--He is there
to be your guide!