The Gift


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

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