A poor old woman, once there was.
Her husband long since dead.
She worked her fingers to the bone
To keep her family fed.
She labored for each meal they ate.
And daily did she strive
To scant produce what they need most.
To keep them all alive.
No Bible did she ever own.
But from sermons that she’d heard,
Though sometimes they’d no food to eat,
She fed them with the Word.
She early rose each Sabbath morn.
And walking while she’d sing,
She’d walk a mile in worn out shoes,
To make her offering.
She didn’t stop to think of what
Tomorrow held in store.
Through tears she prayed, I love You God.
I wish I could give more.
A rich man, showing his disdain,
And overflowing pride,
Laughed when he saw the woman put
Her last two cents inside.
Each week she gives all that she has.
Because she loves the Lord.
And since she gives all from the heart,
She earns a grand reward.
KAPoe