STORY NUMBER 1: 

At the Foot of the Cross
Written by Marcia Krugh Lease

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. 

 STORY NUMBER 2: 

THE CROSS ROOM written by:Unknown 

The young man was at the end of his 
rope. Seeing no way out, he dropped to his 
knees in prayer. "Lord, I can't go on," he 
said. "I have too heavy a cross to bear." The
 Lord replied, "My son, if you can't bear it's
 weight, just place your cross inside this 
room. Then open another door and pick any 
cross you wish." The man was filled with relief. "Thank you, Lord," he sighed, and 
did as he was told. As he looked around the
 room he saw many different crosses; some so
 large the tops were not visible. Then he 
spotted a tiny cross leaning against a far 
wall. "I'd like that one, Lord," he whispered. 
And the Lord replied, "My son, that's the 
cross you brought in."

STORY NUMBER #3 

If Jesus came to your house

If Jesus came to your house
To spend some time with you,
If He came unexpected,
I wonder what you'd do.
Oh, I know you'd give your nicest room
To such an honored guest
And all the food you'd give to Him
Would be the very best.
And you would keep assuring Him
You're glad to have Him there--
That serving Him in your home
Is joy beyond compare.
But when you saw Him coming,
Would you meet Him at the door
With arms outstretched in welcome
To your heavenly visitor?
Or would you have to change your clothes
Before you let Him in
Or hide some magazines
And put the Bible where they'd been 
Would you hide your worldly music
and put some hymn books out?
Could you let Jesus walk right
in, or would you rush about?
And I wonder - if the Saviour
spent a day or two with you,
Would you go right on doing, the
things you always do?
Would you go right on saying, the
things you always say?
Or would life for you continue
as it does from day to day?
Would you take Jesus with you
everywhere you go?
Or would you maybe change your
plans for just a day or so?
Would you be glad to have Him
meet your closest friends?
Or would you hope they stay away,
until His visit ends?
Would you be glad to have Him
stay forever on and on?
Or would you sigh with great
relief when He at last was gone?
It might be interesting to know,
the things that you would do,
If Jesus came in person, to spend
some time with you.










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