At The Cross


By Marcia K. Leaser

October 15, 2009

                                 I ran to the cross
                                     with a selfish heart.
                                 Expecting Him to hand me
                                     what the world could not. 

                                 I stood at the cross
                                     with an empty heart.
                                 Awaiting Him to fill it
                                     with all I desired.

                                 I knelt at the cross
                                     with a contrite heart.
                                 Filled with His mercy:
                                     which I, now, understood.

 

 

 

 

 



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