When Crumbs Are On My Table

 Where can


I go, in times of great need..

Who can I turn to, to comfort me with speed..

When all of my friends, have become my enemies..

The only one who hears me, is the one who died for me.


Shackles may be tightened, around my ankles and my feet..

Hollowed be my resting and bitter be my sweet.

Yet, as a green olive tree, I am planted in a house..

And though there might be warring, I am not a timid mouse.


Height nor depth nor burrow, can keep me in the ground..

As lilies of the valley, my beauty will be found.

When trouble comes a-calling, my voice will raise a shout..

And with glory hallelujah, on Sinai I will mount.


Perhaps there will be struggles, but I will be content..

On days I feel defeated, mercy will transcend.

The cornerstone is comfort, to help me to the end..

So much to say in worship, to the Lord who is my friend.


Trusting God through trials, takes more than I could say..

When crumbs are on my table and I can't find my way.

Helper to my needing, is always ever near..

So persevere I will, for I know who holds me dear.


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