Just a Penny


Just a penny, just a penny,
The tramp saw it half hidden there.
For such a small amount as that,
The tramp had given little care.

A little urchin saw it next
And wrapped it in his grimy fist.
He thought of wonders he would buy
And he had dreamed of quite a list.

He took it in a candy store,
His newly found little penny.
He looked for things that he could buy
But found that there weren’t any.

He tossed it down in childish rage
He didn’t think it was funny.
It wouldn’t buy things he wanted,
So to him it wasn’t money.

A merchant bent to pick it up,
Half hidden there in all the dust.
Seeing it was just a penny
He threw the coin down in disgust.

A widow lady found it next
But to her it seemed a treasure.
The value of a lone penny,
Depends much on how you measure.

The coin became her total wealth,
The only money that she had.
The thought of how she’d use this coin,
Had made the widow’s heart grow glad.

That day at church a rich man gave,
Ten thousand times the widow’s mite.
But hers was much the greater gift,
That day in Jesus’ loving sight.


A penny is not worth a lot unless you’re one penny short at the checkout counter. In Just A Penny, neither the boy, the beggar, nor the merchant saw any intrinsic value in the little tarnished penny. Only the widow was happy to find it. She was on her way to church and had nothing to put in the offering. In Mark 12:43, Jesus told his disciples, at the temple, that the widow who gave her two mites had given more than all of the rest. The two mites might not buy much in the way of earthly goods but it stored up treasures in Heaven for the widow.

Mark 12:42,43 & Luke 21:2,3

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