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You are strong...when you take your grief and teach it to smile.

You are brave...when you overcome your fear and help others to do the same.

You are happy...when you see a flower and are thankful for the blessing.

You are loving...when your own pain does not blind you to the pain of others.

You are wise...when you know the limits of your wisdom.

You are true...when you admit there are times you fool yourself.

You are alive...when tomorrow's hope means more to you than yesterday's mistakes.

You are growing...when you know what you are but not what you will become.

You are free...when you are in control of yourself and do not wish to control others.

You are honorable....when you find your honor is to honor others.

You are generous...when you can take as sweetly as you can give.

You are humble...when you do not know how humble you are.

You are thoughtful...when you see me just as I am and treat me just as you are.

You are merciful...when you forgive in others the faults you condemn in yourself.

You are beautiful...when you don't need a mirror to tell you.

You are rich...when you never need more than what you have.

You are you...when you are at peace with who you are not.

Author Unknown


At the foot of the Cross

fearing the battle was over

and I'd already lost the war,

I was tired of trying and failing.

I just couldn't fight anymore.

So, dragging my battle-scarred body,

I crawled to the foot of the cross.

And I sobbed, "Oh please, Father forgive me.

But I tried...I tried...and still lost."

Then the air grew silent around me.

I heard his voice just as clear as the dawn:

"Oh, My child, though you are tired and weary,

you can't stop, you have to go on."

At the foot of the Cross, where I met Him,

At the foot of the Cross, where He died,

I felt love, as I knelt in His presence.

I felt hope, as I looked in His eyes.

Then He gathered me lovingly to Him,

as around us God's light clearly shone.

And together we walked though my lifetime

to heal every wound I had known.

I found bits of my dreams, long forgotten,

and pieces of my life on the floor.

But I watched as He tenderly blessed them,

and my life was worth living once more.

I knew then why I had been losing.

I knew why I had not grown.

At the foot of the cross came the answer:

I'd been fighting the battle alone.

At the foot of the Cross, where I met Him,

At the foot of the Cross, where He died,

then I knew I could face any challenge

together--just my Lord and I.

Author Unknown

The Author of this Poem came forward and her name is:

Marcia Krugh Leaser

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