Stairway To Beulah

There is a window to our soul
which a narrow stairway unfolds
and to keep our balance
we must let all that hinders go.

Keeping focused up above
carrying our weight like a dove
soaring to a greater height
displayed before us with love.

With each step we find a hand
giving strength to reach our demands
though tired, sore and weary
there's peace so we can understand.

On the top of the stairs persued
at the highest point of view
there before us stands a land
called Beulah to walk through.

rhonda ramsey cash

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