Prayer on the Bridge

I walk along the greenway just about everyday
I sometimes stop at the bridge to meditate and pray
I pray for all my loved ones, and I hope they pray for me
My mind is at peace there. My soul is in serenity

My lonely heart can feel the love of God there
Mercy falls like rain to show that He does care
I think of what I was, while the beaver builds his dam
I think of what I could be. I think of who I am

To everything and everyone there is a season
To every task on earth given by God there is a reason
By the grace of God I was given the courage to ask
What is the reason I am here? What is my humble task?

Everyone that lives must die in order to be born
Like the dam the beaver built its destruction was foresworn
By the tears that fall from the sky when it has stormed
The creature knows its task, and it will be performed

Once I felt like a hawk so mighty and proud
I thought I could fly above any storm cloud
But when I am myself, a true believer
I feel more like that humble beaver

If that beaver knew, it would say I’m like him
Damming tears from heaven so that I can swim
In the sorrow that I created for me
My task is not so shallow, don’t you see

But even if my dam was stronger than an oak
I could not contain the tears. I know it would be broke