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More Than All
"Two mites" a simple little farthing.
It was so small
And yet—she might e'en then have halved it,
It was her all.
One mite for God, and one she needed,
Of wealth so small?
No; trusting to the God of widows
She gave her all.
And so in sight of Him Who "saw" it,
It was not small,
For He Who watched "how" it was given—said,
"More than they all."
—Selected
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