Two Mites

Two mites was all she had
Two mites was all she gave
Two mites was everything

Ten times the tithe
Ten times the gift
That all the others gave

Could it be that when
Our little drains away
To further nothing than before

That then we have rich
Chance to give greater still?

Could it be that when
He brings us low
To see just what we’ll do
With the little that is left?

Could it be our chance to give
Like her two mites
Her mighty gift

Of all she had, of all she held
Sum of past and present pain
And all her future hope.

Cast in simple faith
To clatter quiet
On Him.