Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing? and one of them shall not fall on the ground without your Father.
Verily I say unto you, you shall by no means come out of there, till you have paid the last penny.
Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much better than they?
And there came a certain poor widow, and she threw in two mites, which make a farthing.