Lyrics

ONE-RUNG LADDER

The blind misguided rabble
Built the Tower of Babel;
Found it’s not good to dabble
In the things of the Lord’s.

The tallest skyscraper,
Like the best plans on paper,
Can be reduced to vapor –
The past can’t be ignored.

The cross is a one-rung ladder
That leads to Paradise.
With our God, size doesn’t matter;
That one rung will suffice.

Life can be simply stated,
But we make it complicated.
Every move is debated;
We weigh life down with words.

No high office power
In some ivory tower
Can escape the final hour
We’re all heading toward.

The cross is a one-rung ladder
That leads to Paradise.
With our God, size doesn’t matter;
That one rung will suffice.

Copyright © 2007 Lex Zaleta