THE GIFT
I was walking
On a long,
Thin bridge.
A wind
Picked up,
It knocked
Me over.
I began
My journey
To death.
On the
Way down,
I prayed
Like I never
Prayed before.
A hand
Reached out.
It took
Mine in his.
I was saved
By God.
Written by,
Terry Shepherd
Who I am 
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