Hidden Gems

One of the things that we acquired in our move is my family’s piano. My grandparents bought it in 1978 (I found the original receipt and 10 year warranty in the piano bench) for my Mom to use, and I used it when I took piano lessons as a kid. For years, I have said that I call ‘dibs’ on the piano – if my parents were ever getting rid of it that I would take it. Well, when Andy and I decided to buy a house and move to KY they were more than happy to get it out of their house and give it to us. Win-Win.

The Warranty

Special Hymnal

Our Piano

One of the reasons that I wanted the piano is related to a special wedding gift. The directors of the kid’s choir Andy was in as a kid gave us a hymnal with our names embossed on the cover for a wedding gift. They even called my home church to ask them what hymnal they used so they could get the one that I grew up using. Pretty sweet.

Since we’ve had the piano, I’ve been working my way through the hymnal playing the hymns. As part of that adventure, I’ve rediscovered several hymns that I grew up singing and listening to but haven’t heard in a while. One that I’ve been particularly enjoying lately is “Pass Me Not” by Fanny Crosby. I guess the truth in the song really resonates with me.

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.

Of course, it doesn’t sound quite so awe-inspiring when I play it, but I offer up what I’ve got.

Much Love,
Sarah