AT THE FOOT OF THE CROSS

Fearing the battle was over

And I'd already lost the war

I was tired of trying and failing

I just couldn't fight anymore.

So, dragging my battle-scarred body

I crawled to the foot of the cross

And I sobbed. "Oh please, Father forgive me

But I tried...I tried.. and still lost."

Then the air grew silent around me.

I heard his voice just as clear as the dawn

"Oh, My child, though you are tired and weary

You can't stop, you have to go on."

At the foot of the Cross where I met Him

At the foot of the Cross where He died,

I felt love as I knelt in His presence

I felt hope, as I looked in His eyes.

Then He gathered me lovingly to Him

As around us God's light clearly shone

And together we walked though my lifetime

To heal every wound I had known

I found bits of my dreams, long forgotten

And pieces of my life on the floor

But I watched as He tenderly blessed them

And my life was worth living once more.

I knew then why I had been losing

I knew why I had not grown.

At the foot of the Cross came the answer:

I'd been fighting the battle alone

At the foot of the Cross, where I met Him

At the foot of the Cross, where He died,

Then I knew I could face any challenge

Together--just my Lord and I.

Author Marcia K. Leaser

Page By Mary Jones

2004

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