Two Mites

I watched them enter lordly, prim.

They stopped beside the offering bowl

And slung their noisy pursefuls in.

They have so much to give to Him . . .

I yearned to do the same--

To give my Father all I owned.

But, as I reached within my bag,

I found two mites to my name.

That was all I could find.

I searched for more in vain.

I have so little to give to Him . . .

I prayed He wouldn't mind.

I dropped two mites in the bowl--

So little. But that was all.

Full heart and empty purse, I thought.

Some day I'll give Him more.

                                    --CJW--