WATER UNDER THE BRIDGE

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TRUE FRIENDS ARE HARD TO COME BY.  WHEN FEELINGS ARE HURT YOU ARE AFRAID THEY WILL WALK AWAY.  BUT WITH GOD ALL HEALING IS POSSIBLE ONLY IF YOU WANT IT TO BE

WATER UNDER THE BRIDGE

WE LEAVE WITH UNFINISHED LOVE
THROWING DIRT AS WE GO
IF WE WERE IN ANTARTICA
WE COULD THROW ICE AND SNOW

HERE WE STAND ON THIS BRIDGE
LOOKING DOWN SEEING ITS CRACKS AND STRAIN
WANTING TO WALK AWAY FROM EACH OTHER
BECAUSE WE HAVE CAUSED EACH OTHER TOO MUCH PAIN

WE REFUSE TO BELIEVE THIS CAN GO ON
WE LOOK DOWN AND BEHIND US INSTEAD OF UP
GOD IS THE FOUNDATION OF THIS BRIDGE
FOR IT IS BECAUSE OF HIM THAT WE DRINK FROM THE SAME CUP

THE WATER UNDER THE BRIDGE HAS GOTTEN SO HIGH
SHAKES THE FOUNDATION AND WE STUMBLE AND FALL
RATTLES OUR NERVES BREAKS OUR BONES AND OUR FEELINGS
OUR FRIENDSHIP AND ITS ENGINE BEGINS TO STALL

WHEN WE TAKE OUR EYES OFF GOD OUR TRUST WANES
WE THINK BACK TO THE PAST AND SHAKE THE DUST OFF
WE GET UP FROM THE TABLE THAT JESUS SAT AT
AND REMIND EACH OTHER OF ALL THAT UGLY STUFF

SO ON THE BRIDGE WE STAND
DO WE TAKE A STAND OR STEP OFF THE EDGE
DO WE BELIEVE IN WHAT HE GAVE US
OR DOES OUR FRIENDSHIP DROWN IN THE WATER UP UNDER THE BRIDGE

 

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