At the Foot of the Cross

If you are weary, if you are worn down; drag yourself to the foot of the cross. Drag yourself to Jesus and you will find a friend to help lift you up. Read this beautiful poem about the friend you’ll find in Jesus.

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 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.

– by Marcia Krugh Leaser