Briefs

Water Turned INTO WINE THE CONSCIOUS water saw its God and blushed. THE WIDOW’S MITES Two mites, two drops, yet all her house and land, Fall from a steady heart, though trembling hand: The other’s wanton wealth foams high, and brave; The other cast away, she only gave. “TWO WENT UP TO THE TEMPLE TO PRAY”     Two went to pray? O, rather say,     One went to brag, the other to pray;     One stands up close and treads on high,     Where the other dares not lend his eye;     One nearer to God’s altar trod,     The other to the altar’s God.