It’s the little cracks that will cause the fall.
One upon another to bring down the wall.
Of themselves hardly a worry,
But they combine to a diabolical fury.
Such great loss from such little things.
Who knew the curse disobedience brings.
Enslaved to follow this eroding course,
What might’ve been is my remorse.
Why spend money on what is not bread,
and your labor on what does not satisfy?
Listen, listen to me, and eat what is good,
and your soul will delight in the richest of fare. Isaiah 55:2 NIV
Little crumbs can become a great meal,
One after another to forge armor of steel.
Of themselves hard to consider,
O the blessing they will come to deliver.
Therefore, everyone who hears these words of mine and puts them into practice is like a wise man who built his house on the rock. Matthew 7:24 NIV
Such great gain from such little things,
God tells us the riches obedience brings.
Who knew the glory it would unlock,
A temple to God built block upon rock.