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If Only I Could by Kathleen Higham If I could paint the picture That is what I would do A bridge of stone reflecting life When I run across to You. Here I stare remembering As the leaves are rustling by Autumn colors greet my eyes Fading flowers bring a sigh. Having seen this bridge before Her challenge set my pace So very young, toed the line Then over it I would race. Memories come fill my mind No matter where I stand Heartache pounded after me Nothing went as planned. The bridge is old but sturdy She has carried many a soul To a place so beautiful Accomplishing their goal. I stood with champions waiting From around the world they came Hearts pounding wildly, ready To run and claim their fame. Now I am growing weary But on that bridge I see The finish line not far away Where my loved ones wait for me. If I could paint the picture Oh my Lord I surely would I'd run across the bridge to You If only, if only I could. |
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