At the Foot of the Cross

Praise the Lord, Chosen Women!

This week's inspirational message is in the form of a poem -- I pray that it blesses you. If you sometimes feel that you are in a losing battle -- never becoming victorious; perhaps you have begun to fight the battle on your own. Have a wonderful week in Him!

In Service for the Master,
Evangelist Lisa Y. Mitchell

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.