Widow's Mite

People at the temple: faces, faces. Rich people, widows, poor people... Christ is against this treasury, Srebnyaks were thrown into the yak. Let's go men... Luxurious huts I noble sivina – A sign that there is a lot of stench. They also donate again. A generous sacrifice in front of the rich - Not peregin, not divina. Rich man wants to take the stars, And for the treasury - zaivina. Among the noisy people, In the midst of temple decorations There is a widow from a simple family, This became a butt for us. There was no fear in the treasury. How to shake my heart more! Two mites are squeezed into the right. Blessed, glorious is you! To pray for the Lord, Vladika... When it is sacrificed on Vivtar We put scanty, small, In Yogo’s eyes, this is a great gift. We carry love and faithfulness I ask: - Bless, So that our sacrifices are of little value, Like a mite for a poor widow!