At the foot of the Cross
I prostrate myself,
so unworthy
of all Your have done.
At the foot of the Cross
I lay myself,
giving up all of me,
so I can be filled with more of You.
At the foot of the Cross
I place my burdens,
leave my questions,
give them all to You – never to be taken back.
At the foot of the Cross
I worship.
I lift my hands, my heart, my soul.
I praise You
until I can get up and live,
Live just as I was
at the foot of the Cross.
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Keep doing the poetry. I like this one too.
Comment by Coleen — January 10, 2011 @ 11:08 am |