A Prayer at the Foot of the Cross

 Lord Jesus,

I am kneeling/standing here looking at what my sin cost You.

In the nails, I see my pride.

In the thorns, I see my selfish thoughts.

In Your open side, I see my closed heart.

Lord, I am tired of the "ugly" things I have hidden.

The wages of my sin should have been my death -

my separation from the Father forever.

But here You are, taking my place.

You took the "desert" so I could have the "home."

As I bow before You, I am saying: "I am coming out of the prison."

I am leaving my shame and my excuses right here at Your wounded feet.

Wash me in Your blood.

Cover me in Your mercy.

Thank You for paying the price I could never afford.

Today, Lord, I choose to accept your Love and your gift of salvation.

Amen.