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Jesus Is Your Comfort!
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.
Marcia Krugh Leaser
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