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THE LADDER

(T. Beechey)



There's a place I've heard about in story, song, and rhyme

When you're there, you'll praise and shout and it doesn't cost a dime

Up the ladder, rise by rise, until you reach the height

And see the rainbows in the skies even by the shades of night



There's a place I've heard about

In story, rhyme, and song

Once you're there, you won't want out

You'll know that you belong

Up the ladder, foot by foot

Until you reach the point

And, atop your head, is gently put

The Hand which shall anoint



There's a place I've heard about in story, song, and rhyme

You'll find golden streets all throughout and, to get there, you just climb

Up the ladder, rung by rung, until you reach the top

And hear the songs being sung without pause, without stop



There's a place I've heard about

In story, rhyme, and song

You'll never encounter pain or doubt

And, to get there, it's not long

Up the ladder, step by step

Until you reach the peak

And find the answers being kept

For only you to seek



There's a place I've heard about in story, song, and rhyme

You'll come to it by whatever route you travel in your time

Up the ladder, lift by lift, until you reach the rafter

And claim as your own the Eternal Gift of Life Ever After