At His Cross

photo by Annie Buckles (xanga anniebuck)
Camp Allegheny 2003, summer sunset at the Cross

At His Cross

No laws, or their keeping,
No running or leaping,
No scrubbing the stains of our heart
Can take hidden sin
That is buried within –
Our attempts crumble, fall apart.

We can’t make hearts right,
An ensnaring, cold blight,
And God never asked us to do it:
For the needed technique
Is enshrouded, mystique,
Only Christ and the Cross will renew it.

There is one sacred place
We see sanctified grace –
It is holy, unmeasured and free:
Kneeling at the Cross, low,
Before Christ we can know
His righteous love has a guarantee.

Through obedient faith,
A whole heart, not an eighth,
Or a quarter or half or a third -
A whole heart, humble, raw
Not forgiven by the Law
But the surgery of grace that occurred.

In anguish, prone, at the Cross
Seeing Christ – I’m at a loss
Simply hearing that He loves even me;
I want to be found in Christ, alone
Gaining Christ, making Him known,
To be sanctified, holy and free.

At His Cross, where faith is the admission fee.
At His Cross where forgiveness is His guarantee.
At His Cross where I’ve crucified my accomplishment and pride,
At His Cross where the Surgeon of the Soul will provide
The cut of precision,
The cut of decision,
Then give His sanctified holiness

at
His
Cross.

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Whatever was to my profit I now consider loss for the sake of Christ. What is more, I consider everything a loss compared to the surpassing greatness of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord., for whose sake I have lost all things. I consider them rubbish that I may gain Christ and be found in Him, not having a righteousness of my own that comes from the law but that which is through faith in Christ – the righteousness that comes from God and is by faith. I want to know Christ and the power of His resurrection and the fellowship of sharing in His suffering. Philippians 3:7-10