Taking the Stairs

Many write literature with flowery words
'bout this journey called life and our purpose on earth
But my own little brain puts it simply like this
Life is a stairwell you must climb - that's the gist

It is steep, it is tough and I often fall down
I get sweaty; I stumble, then fall to the ground
But the knowledge I gain each time I choose to arise
Is worth far more than the riches a quick ride could buy

One step ahead, leads to two falling back
It feels like a blow, a strong mighty attack
I want to give up, just surrender and weep
But somehow He manages to stand me back on my feet

My future is promised in spite of my past
The stairs may be hard, but the inheritance lasts
In a way, that right now, I can hardly believe
But I know whose I am, and the last stair brings relief.

The stairs simply are not for the faint of heart
If you worry too much you may fall all apart
The elevator offers comfort, ease and speed
But the stairs will bring wisdom and all that you need...

To survive this ole world with some grace and some style
As He sings and delights - your efforts rewarded with smiles.