By: Marcia Krugh Leaser
I was tired of trying and failing. I just coulding 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 I 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 know then why I had been losing. I knew why I had not grown.
At the foot of the Cross cam an 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.
By: Marcia Krugh Leaser
