THE WIDOWS MITE

BY: PETER OGUNSEYE

A widow once gave her all

Her all, with all her might

Her mite not noticed by men;

Her widows mite.

Many did like her at the time,

But none gave all they had;

A widow with only two mites

Simply gave all she had.

My God sees all their hearts,

Knows who gave with joy,

With joy, love and faith;

Not knowing what the future holds.

This; a great step of faith,

Beyond the heart of men,

Who lust for worldly things;

Always think of days to come.

This; a lesson for all to know,

Follow and take to heart,

Simply to live above board,

With faith, with the holy one.

This; a food for thought,

To learn from the widows mite,

Who gave all she had,

And gain all she lost.