His Cross We Climb

How can I climb a ladder reaches high—
Is step above to heaven’s open door—
Unless His Cross comes down to bring me nigh?

I gaze above and heave a longing sigh
And feel in me at last a spirit poor;
How can I climb a ladder reaches high?

My eyes are filled with tears I cannot dry;
How can my heart climb up to Him adore
Unless His Cross comes down to bring me nigh?

My tongue shapes words for me—a mournful cry
As I long with my Lord to be restored;
How can I climb a ladder reaches high?

My eyes washed clean, see to me Satan lied;
Now I can’t rise to truth His Spirit pours
Unless His Cross comes down to bring me nigh.

But now I feel a Vine around me tied
And Spirit walks me up His Cross–we soar!
How can I climb a ladder reaches high
Unless His Cross comes down to bring me nigh?