At the Foot of the Cross

At the Foot of the Cross Written by Marcia Krugh Leaser 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.