AT 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, too 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.

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