Sacrifice When he has more than he can eat To feed a stranger's not a feat. When he has more than he can spend It isn't hard to give or lend. Who gives but what he'll never miss Will never know what giving is. He'll win few praises from his Lord Who does but what he can afford. The widow's mite to heaven went Because real sacrifice it meant. |
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