The Bridgebuilder

By Will Allen Dromgoole

An old man, going a lone highway,Came at the evening, cold and gray,
To a chasm, vast and deep and wide,
Through which was flowing a sullen tide.
The old man crossed in the twilight dim;
The sullen stream had no fears for him;
But he turned when safe on the other side
And built a bridge to span the tide.

“Old man,” said a fellow pilgrim near,
“You are wasting strength with building here;
Your journey will end with the ending day;
You never again must pass this way;
You have crossed the chasm, deep and wide—
Why build you the bridge at the eventide?”

The builder lifted his old gray head:“Good friend, in the path I have come,” he said,
“There followeth after me today
A youth whose feet must pass this way.
This chasm that has been naught to me
To that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be;
He, too, must cross in the twilight dim.
Good friend, I am building the bridge for him.”

Jesus Christ has built the bridge that leads back to our Heavenly Father with His atoning blood, sweat, and tears. I know that it was a labor of complete love and we need only to learn and love him as He has loved us. As we travel forward on the bridge of His boundless love, we will feel the love of the Savior with every footstep. I would invite you with all energy of my heart to read from the sacred words of the prophets in the Book of Mormon and in the Bible. You will find truth. You will find peace. You will find happiness. These things I leave with you in the name of Jesus Christ, amen.

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