At the Foot of the Cross
'There' He led me to ponder on His GREAT LOVE... Everything I am before Him was laid bare... I couldn't look at Him for a long time for I knew in my heart how much I have done Him wrong... and yet He continued to gaze on me, piercing me through with those same compassionate loving eyes. "I slipped His fingers, I escaped His feet, I ran and hid, for Him I feared to meet. One day I passed Him, fettered on a Tree, He turned His Head, and looked, and beckoned me. "Neither by speed, nor strength could He prevail. Each hand and foot was pinioned by a nail. He could not run or clasp me if He tried, But with His eye, He bade me reach His side. "For pity's sake, thought I, I'll set you free. ' Nay --- hold this cross ,' He said, ' and follow me . This yoke is easy, this burden light, Not hard or grievous if you wear it tight.' ~ Elizabeth Cheney ~ ---0--- Three of my former companions inside the walls appeared