We have placed a true treat on the top rung,
And beyond that a dreamland with peace hung;
It is our promise that a home is there,
But you choose to descend so, child, beware.
The base stick will beat you and break you down,
That you might still choose to climb to your crown
And not jump to suffering, then fall deep
Having leapt into Death with other sheep,
Not turning to the Shepherd’s rod or call
But shearing your wool to sell to the wolf.
Know you not one parable which He taught?
We fear for your life, that you will be caught.