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Up ahead there was a ladder,

I thought I could make it to the top.

For if only I could climb it,

I could make my way to God.

So I started towards the ladder,

one step after another.

But after a few steps,

my body started to tire.

I fell down to the bottom,

laying breathless and bare.

My strength failed me too soon,

and I was shaking and scared.

As I lay on the ground

beneath the latter too tall,

for the first time in my life,

I felt very small.

My eyes were looking up,

though my head was on the ground.

And soon I’d see a person quickly climbing down.

Though He was moving quickly,

there was delight in His eyes.

For it seemed as though there was someone

He was longing to find.

As soon as He reached the bottom,

He picked me up off the ground.

He held my face in His hands and said,

“O daughter, you are found.

You could not climb the ladder,

for without me you are weak.

But take courage dear one,

for the ladder is me.”