David W. Ballard: Professional Writer specializing in Web content writing, copywriting, feature writing, fiction writing, and poetry.

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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