Crumbs... one would think
were a dog's dream.
Yet He saw it fit
To save even crumbs
Though in His hand
is power to manufacture
Another five loaves or more.
Says my Sunday School teacher,
"Even the crumbs of our lives
are precious."
Lord, I once was blind
But now I see
You came to mend broken hearts
And pick up the fragments of our lives.
When melded together, these fragments
Become whole again like you,
The Bread of Life.
"A bruised reed shall he not break, and the smoking flax shall he not quench..." Isaiah 42:3 KJV