Crumbs

Heal us, Lord, as we are able
To eat the crumbs from Your table.
We often ask you for much we should not:
Glory, prestige, and wealth as our lot.
But these germs of life sicken its possessors.
Come to us now and provide the lessor.

All we really need hangs on a cross
With a Love that pays every cost.
So heal us, Lord, as we are able
To eat the crumbs that fall from Your table.

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