I Climbed The Stairs

I climbed the stairs, one by one,
every single step I took;
when time came for me to pass,
it was him, not me, that shook.

I climbed the stairs, one step, two,
then three, then four, then five;
with every step I knew my fate,
how long I’d be alive.

It was not them that sealed my fate,
my fate was pre-ordained;
and though my human life would end,
the Son of God remained.

I knew then as I took each step,
that each single one was for you;
I hate him not for what was done,
he did what he needed to do.

With every step, I thought of all,
for whom I would give my life;
every brother, sister, daughter and son,
every mother, father, husband and wife.

So as I bled, and my strength waned,
I climbed each and every stair;
and when you find it is your turn,
you will find me waiting there.

 © Leslie C Dobson

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