In the spring
an old vine will become new
and grow from the hill top
to the river for you
Across the river
it does grow
to make a bridge
for your feet to safely go
But as you cross
you forget to look
and the vine pushes your body
into the current of soot
Lord have mercy
your soul cries out
and looks to heaven
for a glowing light
The vine realizing
what is done
reaches down
and brings you up into the warming sun
So you finish your journey
across the bridge
and your life begins
as you turn and forgive