At The Foot Of The Cross

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!