I glance back in the mirror to the concrete bridge,
the one I've boldly driven straight across without second thought,
and I see truth reflecting back at me: Every time fear
freezes and worry writhes, every time I surrender to stress,
aren't I advertising the unreliability of God?
That I really don't believe? But if I'm grateful
to the Bridge Builder for the crossing of a million strong bridges,
thankful for a million faithful moments,
my life speaks my beliefs and I trust Him again.