She came with two mites
Her offering was small
But the poor widow woman
Had given her all
Worth just a farthing
They spoke of her love
For she had given of her heart
To her dear Lord above
She did not care
It was all of her living
For in the two mites
It was herself she was giving
They spoke of her trust
In the loving God she knew
For now she had nothing
She knew He would see her through
Thirty pieces of silver
Judas betrayed His Master to the cross
And the wealth he acquired
Was nothing to him but loss
They spoke of his deceit
And of what Jesus he thought
He cared nothing for Him
When so cheaply he was bought
They spoke of his greed
Though silver; stained now blood red
It was the price paid to Judas
To see Jesus dead
They spoke of riches
That Judas thought he had found
But worthless now as he hanged himself
And his blood money lay on the ground
What think you of money?
Do you love it so?
For loving it is the root
Of all evil you know
There are two sides to a coin
A tail or a head
Two places to go
When you are dead
The spin of a coin
As it flies up in the air
What side will be uppermost?
As it lands on the ground there
Settle your account with God
Put your trust in Him instead
And for you no tale of woe
When you make Jesus your Head