Story after story tells of how powerful You are
From the weeping widow who just found out
To the liar up against the wall
And I am one of these who You’ve seen when no one saw me
You make a way when there is no way at all
You build bridges when there’s no way across
You are a compass when I’m nowhere but lost
There will always be a way back home
You build bridges
You build bridges
You were there for your chosen, lost in the desert, praying for rain
Hungry to his bones but never losing faith
And it’s the same for the stranger strung out on the bathroom floor
With all the strength that he has left cries, “God are You out there?”
You build bridges when there’s no way across
You are a compass when I’m nowhere but lost
There will always be a way back home
You build bridges
You build bridges using pieces of our lives
And you put them back together in the form of
Bridges across the uncrossable
To the place we called impossible
You build bridges when there’s no way across
You are a compass when I’m nowhere but lost
There will always be a way back home
You build bridges
You build bridges
You build bridges
You build bridges
You build bridges
You build bridges
