I have a friend, so strong and kind,
Who has a compass of the mind.
On her journey in this life,
At times in joy, at times in strife,
When there's a choice that must be made,
Or she's in doubt or she's afraid,
God sends a messenger so small,
You might not notice it at all.
Every time she turns around,
She finds a penny on the ground,
Or in a song, or on a shelf,
Or in a dream, all by itself.
She follows where the pennies lead,
And finds that all is well indeed.
This touchstone tells her of her mission,
If she takes the time to listen.
Why can't I have a helper too?
Lord knows I need it, we all do.
But wait; is that a sign I see?
Is my friend my epiphany?
Was she sent to light my way?
I think she was, but who can say?
With happy tears my eyesight blurs,
Is she my penny, or am I hers?