At the Foot of the Cross

Discussion in 'General Conversation' started by Ace, Sep 9, 2006.

  1. Ace

    Ace New Member

    Gastonia N
    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.


  2. noeran

    noeran New Member

    South Carolina
    Aman. We can done nothing without the LORD.
    May the Peace of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ be with you.

  3. bud1110

    bud1110 New Member

    East Texas

    Thanks brother for sharing this wonderful poem with us...