Several years ago, I was taking people to and from the airport in West Palm Beach (which is about 75 miles south of here). When I would pull into the parking area, I would say a little prayer, “Lord you know that I don’t know the people I’m supposed to pick up. But, You do. I also don’t know how much luggage they would have. Will You supply me with a luggage cart?”

Pulling into a place to park, I looked for a cart while I was parking. When I opened the door of the auto, there would be a penny laying on the ground. I would smile, pick it up, and say, “Thank You, Lord.”

Then seeing a cart, I knew that God had answered my prayer. There were times when I would pick up the penny, but no cart would be there. I would get on the elevator and ride down; and there would be a cart as the doors opened at the bottom of the run. God supplied me a cart every time!

Having told this at church, they started calling me ‘Pennyman’.

This is my poem about ‘Pennyman’. I am only a penny and my value is very small.
I am found in many people; some short, some fat, some thin, some tall.
I am kept in many places; in pockets, in purses and sometimes on the ground.
  When I’m on the ground, I turn black and green from the rain   and have no value at all.
But Wait … Wait Someone is picking me up and wiping me off.
  God is returning me to His service.
If pennies could talk,  I’d say, “Thank You Lord.”
But I am only a penny and my value is very small.
Yet, God uses me in His Service for the benefit of all.
Ralph F. Kirst
pennyman7@juno.com