Lead us to the mountain where we decide our Isaac not a worthy sacrifice <br />But consider it a token of a fat full burnt offering <br />And in our filthy hands thou wouldst not <br />We do not deserve the burning of thy divine ram <br />In the degree of our polluted hands oh make us clean <br />It's not from dogs that the king should dine <br />Only through the washing of thy crimson tides <br />Oh lead us safely unto dust <br />From whence we wanting having nothing came <br />Of cavalry redemption Blood fill us wholly all <br />We wait not for the children bread <br />But the privilege to nourish in their crumbs <br />And whenever they fall we recall the daily manner <br />When we fed as mixed multitude with saints <br />Through thy great compassion we taste the children bread <br />We do not consider it a right but a heavenly privilege <br />Praising you for the master seed <br />When through thy sparing falling crumbs <br />Had kept us homeward save <br />For without we starve the wilderness wild <br />Until the Lords seed falling crumbs save us so<br /><br />George Egba<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/save-by-the-crumbs/
