At the foot of the Cross

At the foot of the cross

Where I have to lay down all that I hold onto..

Nothing in my hand I bring, simply to Thy cross I cling..

Where I saw the face of perfect innocence and obedience pouring out heart and soul and life.

Crying out, My God, My God, why hast Thou forsaken Me?

As His travail, the wounds, of His soul became the offering for sin...

and sinners...

for the hearts and souls and lives of those, much like myself;

burdened down by sin, scarred by the curse of sin and death;

tired and weary of the cycles of shame and sorrow.

Harrassed by the wolves of destruction, the hounds of hell that chased my soul into merciless shadows of self pity and self destruction.

When I survey the WONDEROUS cross on which the Prince of glory died....

"For He hath not despised nor abborred the affliction of the afflicted, neither hath He hid His face from Him; but when He cried out unto Him, He heard..."

"Father, forgive them...

"He shall see the travail of His soul and shall be satisfied.."

Love so amazing...so divine demands my soul, my life, my all....

At the foot of the cross; where I lay down my self pity, my sorrows, my anguish of heart, and poured out upon the ground the sickness of my sin.

I cling to the horns of the altar. I cry out in my despair, "LORD, have mercy on me!!"

and in the quiet of this dark hour I hear the voice of scriptures long ago, whisper to my heart:
"You have not chosen Me, but I have chosen you...
Go, and sin no more...
Come unto Me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden and I will give you rest...
take My yoke upon you and learn of Me, for I am meek and lowly and in Me you will find rest for your souls..
You are a chosen vessel of mine....
Take up your cross and follow Me..."

While all within me condemns my soul, and for every right purpose I should die and be subject forever to eternal judgement.. yet

One came to my aid, He said: "I will bear the reproach of this lost lamb." and He took away my garments of shame and He gave me a white robe, and as my tears washed away, and LIFE gave way to death; LIGHT gave way to darkness, JOY gave way to shame, HOPE gave way to despair!

Yes, He has brought me to places of learning, desert places, stormy places... yet in their midst He was always the water in the desert... the peace and calm on the crashing waves, the cleft in the rock.

I have found Him whom my soul loveth, He is my Redeemer, He is my Savior, He is my all..

Jesus lover of my soul, let me to Thy bosom fly, while the nearer water roll, and the tempest still is high. Hide me oh my Savior, hide.. till the storm of life is past. Safe into Thy haven guide, oh receive my soul at last.

Lord Jesus,
Keep me near the cross
the place where
Your amazing grace
finds me;
the place where
Your wonderous love
reaches me;
the place where
Your tender mercies
cleanse me.
Lord Jesus,
Keep me near the cross
Remind me, Lord;
how much it cost
One soul to save;
Remind me, Lord;
of Your glorious triumph
Over sin and the grave;
Remind me, Lord;
to count all things loss
But knowing My Saviour
and the way of the cross!!

sojourner7 wrote:
the place where
Your tender mercies
cleanse me.

AMEN!!

Reply to Lor_E

Beautiful, praises and Devine truths of “Love so amazing”

Thanks
Eddie

Roniya wrote:
’Tis mercy all! Let earth adore;
Let angel minds inquire no more.

He left His Father’s throne above
So free, so infinite His grace—
Emptied Himself of all but love,
And bled for Adam’s helpless race:
’Tis mercy all, immense and free,
For O my God, it found out me!
’Tis mercy all, immense and free,
For O my God, it found out me!

Long my imprisoned spirit lay,
Fast bound in sin and nature’s night;
Thine eye diffused a quickening ray—
I woke, the dungeon flamed with light;
My chains fell off, my heart was free,
I rose, went forth, and followed Thee.
My chains fell off, my heart was free,
I rose, went forth, and followed Thee.

AMEN!!

When I survey the wondrous cross on which the Prince of Glory died, my richest gain I count but loss, and pour contempt on all my pride.

Forbid it Lord, that I should boast, save in the death of Christ, my Lord; all the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to His blood.

See, from His head, His hands, His feet, sorrow and love flow mingled down; did e'er such love and sorrow meet, or thorns compose so rich a crown?

Were the whole realm of nature mine, that were a present far too small; Love so amazing, so divine, demands my soul, my life, my all.

"For Christ is not entered into the holy places made with hands, which are the figures of the true; but into heaven itself, now to appear in the presence of God for us." Hebrews