Crossing That Bridge
Oh I do tell of this story of that amazing ride that day
In the telling of His Glory such hope that's in His Way
Going to work on I-95 right down by the Philly airport
I'd hit this smell as I drive like the sewer of some sort
And each day I would again pass and there that smell
In the smelling of all that gas from Sunoco and Shell
But today and just before I simply praised His Name
You can be sure that things certainly weren't the same
Like the florist or a viewing such a strong flowery scent
I knew exactly who was doing but not what it had meant
As over that entire bridge I went His love being so clear
Such a Heavenly scent as the Lord holds us all so dear
Saying I don't need a sign as my car is now descending
I believe just fine maybe someone else needs amending
Working in His mysterious Way as maybe that one is you
And as you're sitting here today all that I have said is true
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