When you find a shining penny on the ground,
Face up...
Pick it up.
Don't feel an obligation to look all around.
That treasure that you have found...
Is yours to pick up off the ground.
And keep things simple like a dimple on your cheek.
What God delivers to you is yours to keep.
And keep things simple like a dimple on your cheek.
What God delivers to you is yours to keep.
What God delivers to you is yours to keep.
When you find a shining penny on the ground,
Face up...
Pick it up.
It's meant to be....
And not a stroke of good luck.
And when you find a shining penny on the ground,
Pick it up.
It's not a stroke of good luck.
It's meant to be,
Yours to pocket and keep!
And keep things simple like a dimple on your cheek.
What God delivers to you is yours to keep.
What God delivers to you is yours to keep.
Yours to keep!
Yours to keep!
Yours to keep!
Yours to keep!
What God delivers to you is yours to keep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem