THE WIDOWS MITE
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.
