Treading Sins Away

Written by: cecil hickman

Sensing each step I persuade my body onward and up.
Trekking up toward the light that adorns a precious cup,
Angels around sing gentle sounds, I never heard before.
Imagining the beauty that awaits me past that golden door,
Reality sets in that I am rising upward to Heaven’s gate.
Why oh why, have I been chosen to be given this fate.
Again I see the Angels floating past my mortal soul.
Yelling praises to him, our Lord, I met a mortal goal.

Truth is what they said, even though I had sinned many ways.
Only the living truth will deliver you upward, glorious praise.

These steps I take I see all my sins on each tread that I take.
Hearing forgiven, forgiven, my soul gets lighter upon the wake.
Evangelical songs being sung, I pray, in his name, for my sake.

Stairway brightens as I reach the top, hearing a question, I stop.
Tell me, your saviors name, He who died upon the hilltop.
Angels await my answer, tis a simple question that he does say.
Reveling, Jesus I say, he took our sins, saving all upon that day.
Seeing in my heart, I believed, he said come forth, cross over this way.