I added two more stanzas to the above...

thank you, whitehorse  

'Twas when I, but a child
Had ideas imaginative, wild,
But always in my memory is
A dream we built, somehow, His.

My childhood chum, Harry, and I
Planned a stairway to the sky:
For the steps purest gold,
Shining, beautiful to behold...

Banisters all spotless white,
That seemingly yet reflect a light.
"Just think we can visit God everyday,
That is, if He says we may."

I thank Thee, Father, for this young dream,
Though vain it was, not so it seems,
Since I have learned,
'tis Jesus Christ, Lord and Saviour
Who holds the stairway-
The Cross His labor.

Thank you, ravenloche.  

Thank you, Psalm 119.  

I'm sorry about the mispelling, sapphirew34pon.  I appreciate your help.  Thank you.  teddi

...Help me, Oh Father,
   Grow to be
   A Christian,
   A Friend to humanity;
   Teach me to seek
   The truth from Him
   And drink from the cup
   With o'er flowing brim
   The Immortal Nectar
   He died to give
   To save our souls
   That we might eternally live.

Thank you, everyone.

 I'm working on some more to the poem, JudgeNot...

Are you leaving, Alice?

Hi, i like to right poetry sometimes.

Thank you    

My dear Father,
  Now that I pray
  Help it to be, in a heavenly way,
  Not for trivial things I plead,
  But for courage
  To teach those who need
  Thy loving words
  To lift their load
  As daily they trudge along life's road.