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,...