Remember me, Lord, when You show favor to Your people, come to my aid when You save them (Psalm 106:4).
Our Father, You are great, and glorious, and vastly beyond our ability to understand. All that we see in our universe, all that we grasp from Your word are the mere edges of Your ways—small whispers of who You are. We are reminded of our utter incapacity to apprehend Your power and might:
"The pillars of heaven tremble, and are astonished at His rebuke. He stirs up the sea with His power, And by His understanding He breaks up the storm. By His Spirit He adorned the heavens; His hand pierced the fleeing serpent. Indeed these are the mere edges of His ways, and how small a whisper we hear of Him! But the thunder of His power who can understand” (Job 26:11-14 – NJJV)?
As we contemplate who You are, even in the glimpses of Your glory, Your power, Your might, Your majesty, we wonder like David, “Who am I, Sovereign Lord...that you have brought me this far (1 Samuel 7:18)?
Creator and Sustainer of all, in Your hands are the stars, the galaxies, and the pillars of the earth (Psalm 8:3; 75:3). And yet, Lord, Your goodness and compassion cover every individual soul in creation—the Lord is good to all; He has compassion on all He has made (Psalm 145:9).
The same God who determines the number of the stars and calls them each by name, heals the broken-hearted and binds up their wounds (Psalm 147:3-4). The same God who led a nation through the wilderness and fed multitudes watches over each little sparrow, and numbers the very hairs on our head (Luke 12:6-7).
Thank You, Lord, that we are never lost in the crowd, never hidden from Your grace. We see the personal concern of our Lord Jesus—He distinguished the touch of one desperate woman who hid in a pressing mass; He called down from a tree one enterprising tax-collector who came up short; He granted forgiveness to one dying thief who called out for mercy.
Thank You, Lord, that You are a God of the many and of the one. You see me. You hear my need. As You show Your favor to Your people, please remember me and come to my aid.
Pass me not, O gentle Savior, Hear my humble cry; While on others Thou art calling, Do not pass me by.
Refrain: Savior, Savior, Hear my humble cry, While on others Thou art calling, Do not pass me by.
Let me 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 ~ 1868
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