“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.”
David, I recognized those Bible stories in your verse.
ReplyDeleteI 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
Reminds me of the song "Don't Pass Me by!"
ReplyDeleteWhat a blessing to read this poem. Thanks Lisa :O)
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