The Potter's Hand - Jeremiah 18

The Potter's Hand - Jeremiah 18

Saturday, December 24, 2011

At The Foot of The Cross




This past 2 weeks have been my problem. I've been giving in. Into the world. Into the evilness of this realm. I've been ignoring God, and living my own life. A life that I knew cannot be fulfilled by myself. I've been partying, hanging out with friends, playing football, basketball, all sorts. But throughout the day, I have a whisper in my head telling me to go pray. Telling me to go back. I've been running the other way. I can either love the world, or love God. I cannot choose both. Holidays are a such a temptation in doing my own stuff while it gives me the opportunity to spend more time with Him. I'm finally sick of it. Sick of just the temptations. I am blind. I cannot see. I cannot find this Joy. But I know I can if I be still and know that God is God. That He Is God. I guess, it'd be great if you'd pray for me to keep my daily devotion and walk with Christ throughout my life.


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.



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