Pennies From Heaven
Pennies on the sidewalk in the street, look … there’s another one right at my feet. They leave a trail, I know not where.
So many pennies all stored in a jar; some shiny some dull, some tarnished, I can see them all. They all look so different but their value is the same. They’re still just pennies
They remind me of the people I’ve met on my journey in this universe. Lord, is that the answer to it all? They’re people not pennies in that jar.
White and black, young and old; some have money, others are pretty needy. Each touched my life in some small way. Good or bad, it made me the person I am today. We’re all God’s children. We don’t look the same. Just like those pennies, our value is the same.
God speaks to us through the people we meet. He delivers messages that way. When you meet a stranger
Pennies from heaven, they are angels in disguise. They don’t stay long, they’re just passing on. They were never meant to stay; they’re in and out of our lives every day. They stop and interact, dropping off a blessing which sometimes turns into a lesson.