Our life is like a stairway reaching for the sky.
Climbing ever so upward with stars in each eye.
It twirls and it twists till heaven you have reached.
Finding everlasting peace as on a sunny beach
The climb of life is hard, each step you labor for.
Some days you may climb one, others maybe more;
At the beginning of the stairs you start with such a pace
Running up the stairs, as if running in a race;
As you move on up, they get slower with each step
Not moving so briskly now, losing some of your pep.
But as you labor hard and the top is now in your view.
You can’t remember when, your journey was so new.
As you look down at the others, climbing slowly to the top.
You do your best to cheer them, their steps they must not stop.
You must keep on climbing, I hope you realize.
I now begin to see it, our awesome heavenly prize.
As some of us reach the top, we mourn with much despair.
Not realizing forever, they haven’t got a care.
We hurt and we cry because our helper we have lost.
When we realize we now must count the cost;
We should jump for joy, their race they have won.
Knowing now for them, the laboring is done.
We need only fret, if stairs they did not climb.
Choosing another life, following nothing but their mind;
To climb up these stairs, it takes faith for you to win.
Knowing that our Savior is there as we enter in;