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Thursday, May 25, 2006
- At the Foot of the Cross -
1:00 AM 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.
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