Wednesday, 29 January 2014


When I was blind and poor
And only Christ could cure
He heard my anxious cry
And did not pass me by.”

Wounded and torn by sin
Both outside and within
Without Him I would die -
He did not pass me by.”

I climbed within my tree
To hide but still to see:
He saw me hidden high
And did not pass me by.”

The night almost opaque,
We glimpsed upon the lake
A figure drawing nigh -
He did not pass us by.”

So if you are in need
Christ listens when you plead;
His mercy will reply:
He will not pass you by.”


  1. David, I recognized those Bible stories in your verse.
    I couldn't help hearing the old Fanny Crosby hymn with each verse.
    'Pass me not O Gentle Savior...Hear my humble cry;
    While on others Thou art calling,
    Do not pass me by.'

    Grace and peace to you, David

  2. Reminds me of the song "Don't Pass Me by!"

  3. What a blessing to read this poem. Thanks Lisa :O)


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