Three Crosses Retreat

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Last weekend I had the privilege of joining a group that went to the Three Crosses Retreat in Huntsville. It was a rich time to meet with the Lord and hear His still, small voice. At the crosses I wrote this small poem as I reflected on what Christ's death and sacrifice mean to me.

MEET ME AT THE CROSS
Unashamed, I kneel before the cross
I lay down, I lift my hands
I feel a heart of cold, hard stone
Only you can change it, only you alone.

This cross is a quiet place
I come to hear your soft, still voice
I leave this heart of cold, hard stone
I hear you say, “You are my own.”

This cross is a harsh place
Foolishness in the eyes of men
I leave this heart of cold, hard stone
For the power; your love that’s grown.

This cross is a precious place
It calls me deeper, closer to my Lord
I leave this heart of cold, hard stone
To know your heart, the love you’ve shown.

This cross is a transforming place
It shows me the path, your way for me
I leave this heart of cold, hard stone
I will live for only you alone.

This cross is a blessed place
I lean in to hear His voice
He gives a new heart, filled with love
His Spirit in me, coming down from above.

Pastor Dwayne