Pass Me Not

You know those days where it seems like the good things happen to everybody else? The days where put-together lives, deep spiritual encounters, happy families, dream jobs, perfect romances all just seem out of reach. The days where self-pity is so much easier than counting blessings.

I have those days once in a while. In fact, I may be having one of those days today...

I can really relate with Sarah's experience. Her husband Abraham had countless encounters with God. Even her slavegirl Hagar had a deeply moving visit with the Most High. Surely she felt forgotten.

Yet, God renamed her 'Princess' and kept His promise to her - he gave her a much longed for child, made her mother of a multitude, and spiritual mother of a far greater multitude. How's that for fruitfulness after an extended period of barrenness?!

In this week's 'Patriarchs' study, we were reminded of this wonderful hymn by Fanny Crosby, who was no stranger to sorrow and disappontment, yet her hymns reveal a deep trust in the faithfulness and goodness of her God.



('The Good Shepherd' by Lawrence OP)

Pass Me Not, O Gentle Saviour

Pass Me Not, O gentle Saviour,
Hear my humble cry;
While on others Thou art smiling,
Do not pass me by.

Saviour, Saviour,
Hear my humble cry;
While on others Thou art calling,
Do not pass me by.

Let my at Thy throne of mercy,
Find a sweet relief;
Kneeling there in deep contrition,
Help my unbelief.

Trusting only in Thy merit,
Would I seek Thy face;
Heal my wounded, broken spirit,
Save me by Thy grace.

Thou the Spring of all my comfort,
More than life to me;
Whom have I on earth beside Thee?
Whom in heav’n but Thee?

- Frances J. Crosby