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CRUMBS Just crumbs, Lord, from Your table—that’s all I should receive, For I am so unworthy, but yet I still believe. For no one’s unimportant, You love all just the same, And nothing is impossible when one calls on Your name. I can’t impress you, Jesus, with any work I do, Or what I might be giving—that means nothing to You. You just want me to trust You, to come just as I am, Admitting I’m a sinner not fit for heaven’s land. And so, just like that Gentile who came to You that day And told You she’s unworthy to ask of You that way; You said meat goes to children, and dogs the crumbs are fed; Lord, all I want is crumbs then—then Jesus gave me bread The crumbs turned in to manna at His table I was placed, He cast out all my failures and saved me by His grace! I learned so great a lesson if to Him I would come: Don’t ask for meat or riches, but only ask for crumbs. --Thoughts from a sermon preached by Dr. Tracy Fowler, March, 2016

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Date: 1/4/2019 7:00:00 PM
Powerful, my God powerful. This blessed my soul. Keep writing. Blessings
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Date: 1/4/2019 3:01:00 PM
Really nice and well done too...Even crumbs are blessed from you...All the best Clarence
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