“At The Foot Of The Cross”
A poem by Naomi Durik
The ground is level at the foot of the cross
God shows no preference there,
He sent His dear Son to die for all
The sins of the world to bear.
The ground is level at the foot of the cross
It’s for all who will accept Him by grace,
Salvation is offered to all who will believe
No difference in peoples or race.
The ground is level at the foot of the cross
Yet scores of souls die each day,
Never having heard that God loves them
And sent Jesus to show them the way.
The ground is level at the foot of the cross
In obedience let us go forth and tell,
The Message of salvation far and wide
To a world on the road to hell.
The ground is level at the foot of the cross
God has commanded all who love Him to go,
And proclaim His Message of love abroad
To all kindred, friend or foe.
YES, THE GROUND IS LEVEL AT THE FOOT OF THE CROSS
Let us praise Him in unswerving accord,
With the prophet of old let us echo forth and say
“Here am I, send me, precious Lord.”