An Old Man Traveling A Lone Highway,
Came In The Evening Cold And Grey,
To A Chasm That Was Vast And Deep And Wide.
The Old Man Crossed In The Twilight Dim,
For The Sullen Stream Had No Fear For Him.
But When He Was Safe On The Other Side,
He Built A Bridge To Span The Tide.
‘Old Man, ‘ Cried A Fellow Pilgrim Near,
‘You’re Wasting Your Time By Building Here.
You Have Crossed The Chasm Dark And Wide.
Why Build You A Bridge To Span The Tide? ‘
The Builder Lifted His Old Grey Head,
‘Good Friend, In The Path I Have Come, ‘ He Said,
‘There Followeth After Me Today
A Youth Whose Feet Must Pass This Way.
He Too, Must Cross In The Twilight Dim.
Good Friend, I Am Building A Bridge For Him.