If You Love Him

 

A song for decades

I don’t know its story

It’s sung in its own shape,

A ladder

 

Every verse goes higher (, higher)

The notes rise,

And we climb carefully

 

When we are there,

What then

We have arrived, the final rung

Our last accomplishment

Unless, like angels, we have

Assignments back

Below

Though I don’t know how that delegating

Be transpiring

 

But

We are climbing

We are climbing

We are called soldiers

The kind that fight in a spiritual battle

 

The mortal consequences

Well, there might be some

But it’s the soul

That is the heart, the aim

Our campaign

 

Victory for heaven

And new Earth

 

Sing with me

No amen until it’s done

 

C L Couch

 

 

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