The offerings were many and great,
And placed where those that gave were seen,
each would be judged by what they’d create,
the wealth was honored by eyes so keen.
vessels were brilliant with jewels,
and heavy laden with gold.
to the wealthy, but scorn fools,
boastful men of themselves told.
she comes dressed in her torn rags.”
is it she must pass this way?”
her hand reach out to the bag?”
gave not, ‘twas silent I say.”
“Come to me you that are willing to hear.”
Faithfully she gave and lifted prayers.
she toiled in life.
faith, she trusted God to lift her cares.
it was that removed her strife.
life’s end she died a poor widow,
knowing the burden of wealth.
grace she’s taken to the meadow,
God grants her eternal health.
at the offering place Christ had bid,
to me you that are willing to hear,
I tell you what this widow did,
she gave to me all that’s dear.
Offering by Ronhales Luke 21:2