And I've 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 dream 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
