Seven Pennies
Seven copper pennies
Left by the homeless man
Trash and needles everywhere
While he slept by the garbage can
He abandoned them at sunrise
To him they had no worth
They could not buy his comfort
In this bed of waste and earth
Little did he ever dream
The answer to all his issues
Lay in the perfect number
Among needles and dirty tissues
I picked up all the trash around
And threw it in the can
Washed the seven pennies
And held them in my hand
Abe Lincolns’ face adorns the front
“In God we trust” is there
Both seen on every copper coin
A combination rare
Now seven copper pennies
Doesn’t seem to be a lot
But when you put them with like minds
They tend to grow the pot!
From absolutely nothing
All creation was arranged
Gods’ hand at work for seven days
And all the earth was changed
The perfect number “seven”
Complete in every way
Each week begins on Sunday
And ends the seventh day
So value seven pennies
Value that for which they stand
Invest both time and talent
God has lent us from His hand
David Kettler
Copyright © David Kettler | Year Posted 2019
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