“Are not two sparrows sold for a small coin and not one of them will fall to the earth without the will of your Father Who is in heaven?”
“Truly I say to you, you will not come out from there until the last piece of money is given”.
“Behold the birds of the sky which sow not nor reap nor gather into barns, but your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not more precious than they?”
And there came a certain poor widow, and she threw in two mites, which make a farthing.