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 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.

~Marcia Krugh Leaser, "At the Foot of the Cross"

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