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...