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Pass Over Me is an honest look at
human nature’s conflict with the Gospel.
The desire we have to constantly look back and wallow in guilt. Our obstinate resistance to grace and all
that the imputed righteousness of Christ entails.
These natural tendencies beg an
important question. What is our true
understanding of the value of the blood of Christ? Do we really believe that it is sufficient
for all we have done and all we ever will do?
Can I with absolute confidence point to the blood painted on the
doorposts of my house and command death to pass by because I believe with all
my heart in the promises of God?
My flesh hates this. It would have me look for a loophole in God’s
grace. To look for a change in His
character. I am the defendant who keeps
leaving my table to go side with the prosecutor. Even then, Jesus, my mediator stands up for
me before the Father and defends me. And
what does He use to defend a wretch such as I?
The blood! All that the devil
will accuse me of is without teeth or sting because the blood has been shed.
Friends, stop looking for a
change. Stop justifying
self-condemnation. Do not settle for a
devalued, watered down version of the blood.
Do not value it less than the Father, for you can never value it more.
“Take a bunch of hyssop, dip
it into the blood in the basin and put some of the blood on the top and on both
sides of the doorframe. Not one of you shall go out the door of his house until
morning. When the LORD goes through the
land to strike down the Egyptians, he will see the blood on the top and sides
of the doorframe and will pass over that doorway, and he will not permit the
destroyer to enter your houses and strike you down.” Exodus 12:22-23
“But God demonstrates His
own love toward us, in that while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us. Much more then, having now been justified by
His blood, we shall be saved from the wrath {of God} through Him.” Romans 5:8-9
Pass
Over Me
This time, he just won't let me go
Says it's just one more dance
one more before the show
With eyes, reflected in rear view
He tells me I'm justified
But I don’t see nothing new
And it’s all the same, the same as before
Groping for blame,
with grace pounding down the door
And I’m lookin’ for a change,
I’m lookin’ for a change
This line, is growing very thin
They don’t tell you what to feel
if the problem’s not the sin
And it’s all the same, the same as before
The crimson stain, is still painted on this
door
So pass over me, you angel of death
Pass over me, here is my Sabbath rest
Stopped looking for a change, nothing’s gonna
change with You
If I’ve been forgiven then why do I keep
livin’
Like I’ve got to pay,
like I’ve got to pay for it?
If the blood’s been given
so my sins could be driven
Into the deep then why do I still weep?
When will I live like I am free,
bought with the blood of Calvary?
No more shame, no more shame, no more
Pass over me, accuser of guilt
Pass over me,
my old man’s been crucified and killed
Pass over me, you angel of death
Pass over me, I’m livin’ my Sabbath rest
Stopped looking for a change, nothing’s gonna
change with You my God
Stopped looking for a change
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