Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? And not one of them will fall to the ground without your Father.
Truly I say to you, you will by no means come out of there until you have paid the last penny.
Look at the birds of the air, for they do not sow, nor do they reap, nor gather into barns. Yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much better than they?
But a certain poor widow came and put in two mites, which make a farthing.