I don't usually go Spiritual, but this poem was in our ward bulletin/program on Sunday and it really struck me.
"Fearing the battle was over
And I'd already lost the war,
I was tried 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 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
10/28/2008
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3 comments:
I loved it! What a great poem. Thanks for sharing :)
That is SO beautiful and uplifting. Thanks Brooke!!
thanks for posting that!
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