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In The Bridge Builder poem, we see a picture of a loving, devoted father preparing a path for his son, who will be coming along behind him soon.  After struggling to safety over a chasm, this father turns back to face the danger again, and begins construction of an overpass.  Onlookers laugh and taunt this faithful father, wondering at his sanity and sense in spending his dwindling life laboring for a cause they perceive as fruitless.  They don't understand what the father is doing because they don't understand the father's heart.  

In each of our lives, there are dangerous chasms to cross.  It is our responsibility to build bridges and help our children over these chasms, so they will be able to travel farther than we did.  By God's grace, we can accomplish this.

Our signature poem encompasses our desire to strengthen and support the role of dads in Christian homes.  Our products are chosen for their characteristics of encouragement, discipleship, and education of believing families.  We are excited about distributing No Greater Joy materials, and we have utilized these products in our own home.  We have found them to be sound, simple, engaging materials.  Our products do not require a seminary degree to understand or apply; they have proven to be very user-friendly.  Please don't hesitate to contact us with any questions or comments!  It is a particular joy to visit with our customers.  

THE BRIDGE BUILDER

 An old man going a lone highway

Came at the evening cold and gray,

To a chasm vast and wide and steep,

With waters rolling cold and deep.

The old man crossed in the twilight dim,

The sullen stream had no fears for him;

But he turned when safe on the other side,

And built a bridge to span the tide.

"Old man," said a fellow pilgrim near,

"You are wasting your strength with building here.

Your journey will end with the ending day,

You never again will pass this way.

You've crossed the chasm, deep and wide,

Why build you this bridge at eventide?"

The builder lifted his old gray head.

"Good friend, in the path I have come," he said,

"There followeth after me today

A youth whose feet must pass this way.

The chasm that was as nought to me

To that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be;

He, too, must cross in the twilight dim---

Good friend, I am building this bridge for him."

---by Will Allen Dromgoole