The Widow Who Gave Her Mite.

Haven't done a poem for a while. This one is the result of working on my sermon this week on "The Generous Are Blessed."

Luke 21:1-4

I’d gone to temple to give a gift
but I didn’t have much money.
A rich man gave a large amount
which made me feel quite funny.

How could I give my piddling sum
after his great treasure?
But when I placed it in the box
I was filled with much pleasure.

After I turned to walk away
at a distance Jesus swore
that the very small gift I gave
was really a lot more.

It was all I had in my purse
I knew not what I would do.
But I was blessed beyond compare
before that day was through.

A nice young man standing near
followed after me a while.
And when we were standing alone
he showed a great big smile.

He said his mother was deceased
and he missed her very much.
He handed me a bag of food
and gave my hand a touch.

I ate like a princess that night
and I was truly blessed
just because I traveled that day
to give God my very best.

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