I surrender to the ladder of my soul
the rungs of which lay bare my sorrow
I step the progressive road to life
though weary from the climb.
Perceptive though my thoughts may be
I sometimes jump into the fray
Pastoral arms recover me
and lead me day by day.
A light shines at the top
of the ladder of my soul
beckoning my ascent even
when I fall, grasping my
hand when I lose all hope
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