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.

 by Marcia Krugh Leaser