As a new day dawns I take my chosen place
At the foot of the Cross where Christ died for me.
With a penitent heart, pressing low my face,
My arms embrace His death that sets sinners free.
Gazing upon Christ's loveliness,
Confessing my unworthiness,
Beseeching His forgiveness—
My soul becomes lost in love and accolades.
While I linger here in holy solitude
Meditating upon my Father's mercies,
My soul is transported to the heavenlies
As God fills it with delightful ecstasies.
Applauding His Son's position,
Thanking Him for His creation,
Exalting Him for salvation—
I could lie here worshiping all my days.
It's at the foot of the Cross I'm reminded
Of my Father's costly investment in me:
The sacrificial death of His unique Son,
Their breach in communion momentarily.
Speechlessly my heart is amazed,
Breathlessly my spirit is raised,
Adoringly my mind is dazed—
As I wonder at the Lord God and His ways.
Reluctantly I rise from our trysting site,
Made holy by His sanctifying presence.
But He draws me to return to this world
To serve His church and others with His fragrance.
Renewed by His Spirit freshly,
Filled with the love of Christ warmly,
Called to exalt my Lord only—
I take my cross gladly to live to His praise.
