The musical mite

The other afternoon I passed by a room where a group of older saints were singing hymns.

The pianist was struggling with the tune. The saints were not many and their voices struggled and quavered. Technically, they were far below our church’s regular music ministry.

But I know those people.

They are the people of God. They sang the songs of the saints from the hearts of saints. Theirs was a musical mite, but it was the widow’s might for they gave all they had.