- And he looked up, and saw the rich men casting their gifts into the treasury.
- And he saw also a certain poor widow casting in thither two mites.
- And he said, Of a truth I say unto you, that this poor widow hath cast in more than they all:
- For all these have of their abundance cast in unto the offerings of God: but she of her penury hath cast in all the living that she had.
In Temple courts, under watchful eyes,
Rich men flaunt their scaled disguise.
A widow, meek, with mites two,
Casts all she owns, her heart so true.
“More than all,” the Savior cries,
For gifts of heart in heaven rise.
Not coins, but love, measure her might—
God’s math of heart, His sacred sight.