- 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.
 
 
- Marcia Krugh Leaser -

Richard DAndrea Dover
In His Steps Ministries
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