Last night I dreamtI walked across a stream
on a bridge made of flowers.
Chains of daisies arched
bank to bank
and I stepped out on the petals
soft as flour,
hoping they would be
strong as flooring.
When I reached the far side I woke,
knowing You'd held my weight
as I walked over the border
between yesterday and tomorrow.
You carried me last night.
I trust You with tonight.
--Evelyn Bence
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