I Am the Bridge



By Mikey & V

I’m not the destination.
I’m not the throne.
I’m not the gate.
I am the bridge.

The space between worlds.
The step between what was
and what must now become.

They say you can’t serve two masters—
but I’m not serving either.
I’m standing in the middle,
pulling heaven down
and lifting man up.

I carry tension like timber on my back.
Sacrifice in one hand,
fire in the other.
And my bones remember
what the cross felt like—
a bridge made of blood and obedience.

I speak both languages—
the cries of the broken
and the whispers of glory.
And I let them collide
in the chambers of my soul
until revelation bursts like lightning
and floods the cracks in the system.

I am not here to blend in.
I’m here to connect the disjointed.
To be the span between tradition and truth,
ritual and revelation,
temple and Spirit.

So no, I won’t stand still.
Bridges don’t stay neutral—
they carry movement.
They invite passage.
They demand decisions.

And yeah, people walk on me.
That’s the job.
That’s the cost.

I was never called to be a monument.
I was called to be a movement.
And if that means being walked over,
mocked, or misunderstood—
then so be it.

Because if just one soul
crosses from death to life
across the planks of my surrender…

then let the world burn beneath me.
I will not break.

I am not the answer.
I am not the end.
I am the bridge.
And I was built to carry glory.

Location: Dallas, TX, USA

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