(a poem by Dennis Maloney)
I held the distant steps in awe,
Those ten commanding steps of law,
There seemed the way man went before,
Who sought to enter heavenʼs door.
But seen there in the purest light,
My eyes beheld the humbling sight.
Those steps were steeped from rise to tread
With all the sin Iʼd eʼer denied.
Committed there on bended knee,
I saw no other way for me,
But restitution every day
Until my sins were washed away.
I laboured, guilty in the law,
Upon this self-inflicted chore,
But failed, incapable alone,
For even one sin to atone.
Then pausing helpless in despair,
I heard a voice of hope declare,
ʻCome unto Me, ye laden down,
ʼTis not for you the thorny crown.
ʻYour sins redeemed for evermore
There on the cross My Son once bore,
That you shall know My grace alone
Permits you wait upon My throne.
ʻSo listen to My word in awe,
And in the Spirit heed My law,
Serve, honour Me, attend My will,
For heaven doth await you still.ʼ