Who Gave the Most

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Take your seat, He said
At the lowest place

Even under the table
Where the dogs sit
Eating crumbs

And I always thought
I was special
Or so I could become

But He said
It was the widow
With the little

Who gave the most

And those of ill repute
With nothing of their own
To boast

The destitute dependent
Who would best discern

Divinity

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"...she out of her poverty put in all she had to live on." 

(Luke 21:4)



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