Silver won’t make a life complete
No gold will pay life’s rent
But scraps falling at Jesus’ feet
Will feed and make content
But who will kneel on humble ground
Who’ll take such scraps in hand?
Who’ll seek and seek until they’ve found
The future God has planned
Who’ll comb each hill and rocky dale?
Who’ll sail the troubled seas
Who’ll journey on while others fail?
To search on bended knees
Confront your soul your heart and mind
Give thought to life’s demise
Who’ll stretch their faith in hope to find?
The crumb that opens eyes
That heals the sick gives ears to hear
Revives the walking dead
The broken hearted raise a cheer
For Christ the living Bread
Broken that we should never die
His blood poured out like wine
What gold and silver cannot buy
God gives through Christ divine
More than a crumb more than a feast
More than our wildest dreams
The love of Heaven’s King and Priest
Will flow in endless streams
For this I’ll search for this I’ll bow
For this I’ll comb the earth
For Heaven’s Bread right hear and now
I’ll seek for all I’m worth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem