Silky white clouds are all around
The blue of the sky that do surround
I step ever closer to reach my goal
No matter how steep or painfully slow
I look to the One who's face I see
And to His promise, He'll come back for me
As I travel this long, lengthy path
I look around for God's holy wrath
It gets closer and closer to view
I'm now going down, my worries grew
Then I looked up to His glorious face
On the wings of God's most spacious grace
And my journey has now, once again
Found those precious steps that do ascend
So many people from all parts of my life
From my mother to my brother and even my wife
Are walking these steps just hence to me
As I look at them, I fail to see
I'm now going down, away from my goal
It seems God's grace has ceased to flow
As these steps were dropping so deep
My descent, I knew, would soon be complete
Until I looked up, to see Him afar
He sent me a bright, glistening star
To once again light my very way
And turn the night into a brilliant day
But with this path, so long and so steep
I can't go any faster, even when I leap
So I'm resigned to move steady and slow
Believing each day His face will bestow
A means for direction that I must take
Living my life, simply, for Christ's sake
I mustn't worry about what's all around
For those are only things, here on the ground
My eyes must be focused up there
For my path is laid,
when that's where I stare
Written by: James Corwin
used by permission: Dwayne Savaya
Daily Prayers are Heaven's Stairs
The "Stairway" rises "Heaven high"-
The "steps" are dark and steep,
In weariness we climb them
As we stumble, fall and weep...
And many times we falter
Along the "path of prayer"
Wondering if You hear us
And if You really care...
Oh, give us some assurance,
Restore our faith anew,
So we can keep on climbing
The "Stairs of Prayer" to You-
For we are weak and wavering,
Uncertain and unsure,
And only meeting You in prayer
Can help us to endure
All life's trials and troubles
It's sickness, pain and sorrow,
And give us strength and courage
To face and meet tomorrow!
~ Unknown ~
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MEET IN THE STAIRWELL
You say you will never forget where
you were when you heard the news on
September 11, 2001. Neither will I.
I was on the 110th floor in a smoke
filled room with a man who called
his wife to say "Good-Bye." I held his
fingers steady as he dialed.
I gave him the peace to say,
"Honey, I am not going to make it,
but it is OK...
I am ready to go."
I was with his wife when he called as
she fed breakfast to their children.
I held her up as she tried to understand
his words and as she realized he
wasn't coming home that night.
I was in the stairwell of the 23rd floor
when a woman cried out to Me for help.
"I have been knocking on the door of your
heart for 50 years!" I said.
"Of course I will show you the way home -
only believe in Me now."
I was at the base of the building with
the Priest ministering to the injured
and devastated souls.
I took him home to tend to his Flock in Heaven.
He heard my voice and answered.
I was on all four of those planes,
in every seat, with every prayer.
I was with the crew as they were overtaken.
I was in the very hearts of the believers there,
comforting and assuring them that
their faith has saved them.
I was in Texas, Kansas, London.
I was standing next to you when you heard
the terrible news. Did you sense Me?
I want you to know that I saw every face.
I knew every name - though not all know Me.
Some met Me for the first time on the 86th floor.
Some sought Me with their last breath.
Some couldn't hear Me calling to them through
the smoke and flames;
"Come to Me... this way... take my hand."
Some chose, for the final time, to ignore Me.
But, I was there.
I did not place you in the Tower that day.
You may not know why, but I do.
However, if you were there in that explosive moment in time,
would you have reached for Me?
September 11, 2001 was not the end of the journey for you.
But someday your journey will end.
And I will be there for you as well.
Seek Me now while I may be found.
Then, at any moment, you know you are "ready to go."
I will be in the stairwell of your final moments.
Remember, I love you.
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