AT THE FOOT OF THE CROSS

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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.
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 through 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.

~~Written by Marcia Krugh Leaser~~

Yet day by day the Lord also pours out
His steadfast love upon me,
and through the night I sing His songs
and pray to God who gives me life.
Psalm 42:8 TLB