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


Though I don’t know how that delegating

Be transpiring



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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