A WIDOWER’S MITE

Sometimes I wish I’d made more money
Preaching in small towns;
For gifts I give seem down right funny
In your financial ups and downs.

I owe much more than I can give,
I so regret I have to say,
But my small mite may help you live
To help some student on the way.

VonEnde taught me how to think,
Though music was his field;
Steinman taught me at the brink
Of quitting, not to yield.

English profs cleaned up my talk
And gave me self-esteem;
Science profs helped me to walk
In fields I had not seen.

Fellow class mates let me in,
As though I were their age;
Some seemed to know where I had been,
And thought of me as sage.

McMurry made a man of me,
Plus message it installed;
I recommend one come and be
At McMurry, when God has called.

So here’s my widow’s mite,
It is not all my living;
It may help me in eating light,
And help me feel I’m giving.