Eat Each Crumb

What will surely wash my sins all away? Was it when Jesus died and which way? Thorns on his head causing blood to shed, And how many times Bible have often read. How about wife and I when we would marry? Bright eyed new born baby around she did carry; All those Sundays that I had worshiped my Lord; Times I rooted for my kid and team never scored. It must have been when my wife and me Asked God for sins to be removed and set free And our faith in Him who we finally had found; Songs wife sang in church and enjoyed each sound. No wonder how happy we all have become; Drank from cup of wine after eating each crumb; When writing this poem, goose pimples I get; God sent me many poems and won't have to fret. God, You are incredible for this poem giving me; Not only that, free without having charged a fee When I write it will do like someone reassured By having heard the Lord and His each word. Wrote this right before Priest gave sermon about even the dogs appreciate the crumbs from the Lord's table who if you are able are supposed to keep your elbows off of.