Testimony

It is so little, Lord, the widow's mite,This faltering word of thanks that I would speak.So faint it seems, some may not hearMy gratitude above my fear,In trembling voice, uneloquent and weak.

Yet of the widow did the Master sayThat she had given more than all the rest.And he did not disdain the heartThat ventured to bestow its partAnd, in a humble way, its gratitude expressed.

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