Widow's Mite Lyrics

Beware of the scribes Parading in robes The heavier the sentence They'll follow in droves You claim you are He The time is at hand The Earth shakes my bones I don't understand If you listen to me You'll be eternally free The widow puts in More than the rest You gave from your surplus She gave it her best You chorus from the rich She gives from the poor You laugh with the witch She cries with the whore Twoc opper coins She gave it her best Pray that you may not be Put to the test Blest are you The hungry, the poor The reign of God is yours You can't ask for more CHAPTER ELEVEN