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
Copyright © Clarence Billheimer | Year Posted 2019
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