I drag my ill body out of my bed
I have to face the treatment I so often dread
At times my mind tell me

The battle is over
I'd already lost the war
I just couldn't fight anymore
I am tired of trying and falling
As I close my eyes I see the foot of the cross.
I sobbed. 'Oh please my Father forgive me.
I am ready to give up
I tried and I tried..but still I have lost.'

Silence grew around me.
I heard His voice call
Crispy clear as the dawn:
'Oh, My child it is you I call
 though you are tired and weary,
Don’t give up right now, you have to go on
The battle is already over, you have already won.’

At the foot of the Cross , I met Him,
as I knelt down in His presence
I felt love..I felt hope..I felt healing
As I looked up into His eyes I noticed the loving smile

Then He gathered me lovingly and called me His own,
I sensed His presence and seen His light shone.
Stand up and walk, there is still so much to do
Healing comes from touching others willingly through you

I found the pieces of my dream like streams of rivers on the floor.
I watched as He tenderly blessed me,
And my life was all worth living once more.

Suddenly I knew why I got all this far.
At the foot of the Cross came the answer
I'd never been fighting this battle alone.

At the foot of the Cross, where I met Him,
I know the very reason He died,
Then I knew I could face any challenge
Together just my Lord and I.