"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 no more. 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 first 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. By Marcia Krugh Leaser

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