At The Foot Of The Cross
By Taylor McDonald
Here I come, standing in your presence
Were victory was won,
By death you rose again
I stand at the foot of the cross.
I come offering nothing
Nothing but my faults and failures
Nothing but insecurities and mindless things
Nothing that could possibly matter.
But each time you take me back
Each time you show me you care
Trading these worthless things
For treasure and gold
A crown that shows that I am yours.
Standing at the foot of the cross
I’m made whole
Though it was my sin that placed you there
You still care.
I give everything back to you
Placing it in your hands
For without you I am nothing.
At the foot of the cross I go
Holding nothing back,
Letting things go!
