Kneeling at the cross, my eyes are focussed

Upon a way both narrow and so straight

A way of suffering and loss

Where love paid a terrible cost

A love so strong it sometimes looks like Hate!

In the eye of the storm there is a silence

Nothing moves but the heartbeat in my breast

Three shadows fall upon the hill

With tears and dreams left unfulfilled

With hopes of victory now laid to rest

This stake where a storm of judgment is discharged

Becomes an altar now consumed by strife

And so the tree of Eden's curse

Now bears the One who bears sin's worst

And so is transformed to a tree of Life!

Kneeling at the cross I am lifted

laying hold of the blood he freely gives

I realize though I may have breath

To live withoout Him is real death

And to die with Him is to truly Live!

10-15-91

Anthony Foster

Copyright 1991 Anthony Foster