Tucked into the Root of Jesse,
Anchored there by wooden grain;
Feeding on the bark of crosses,
Nourished by the Saviour’s vein.
If I had a Jacob’s Ladder
I could climb and touch the stars;
I would leave the past behind and
Make extinct these prison bars.
Rung by rung I’d inch up closer,
Climb upon my Saviour’s knee.
If I had a Jacob’s ladder,
I could find a way to Thee!
‘Tis the season for the Jacob’s Ladder to bloom. I’ve been waiting to get a good shot of a creepy-crawly climbing it – but I have made do with my imagination when nature didn’t oblige me!