Reposting for Holy Week.
Jesus looked up and saw the rich putting their gifts into the offering box, 2 and he saw a poor widow put in two small copper coins. 3 And he said, “Truly, I tell you, this poor widow has put in more than all of them. 4 For they all contributed out of their abundance, but she out of her poverty put in all she had to live on.”
Luke 21:1-4
From her poverty she gave more than they
Who gave of their wealth, who gave from their best;
All she had to live on, she gave away.
Their offering was a giving display
Giving to show they had more than the rest;
From her poverty, she gave more than they.
For they fill their hearts with what others say
The real treasure buried ‘neath their vest;
All she had to live on, she gave away.
The crashing of shekels like a surf’s spray
Washes in praise as they empty their chests;
From her poverty, she gave more than they.
Round the Temple’s court, the Rabbi’s eyes stray
To one who gives from how much she’s been blessed;
All she had to live on she gave away.
He wonders at one who gives, freely lays
Down her living, no trouble or unrest;
From her poverty, she gave more than they
All she had to live on, she gave away.
© Randy Edwards 2017.
This poem is for Christ’s church. If it is helpful, please feel free to copy or reprint in church bulletins, read aloud, or repost. I only ask that an attribution be cited to myself (Randall Edwards) and this blog (backwardmutters.com). Thanks.
Artwork: James Tissot, The Widow’s Mite (Le denier de la veuve), Created: between 1886- and 1894, Brooklyn Museum
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