Simple things are blessings in disguise,
And in this world it’s no real surprise;
That people don’t see it,
Don’t see grace and be it.
Clean water, fresh air,
All are grace for being there.
A hand to hold when things are hard,
little posy, greeting card.
Sight to see the lovely earth,
Dying peacefully, giving birth.
Illness are born with grace,
When we realize this isn’t a race.
No one is getting out alive.
None of us will survive.
So live with joy, grateful for every day.
Don’t forget that along the way,
Our path is strewn with flowers,
our life is made of hours,
That pass oh so quickly by,
and that each of us one day will die.
It’s not in the length of life we win.
not the presence or lack of sin.
But within life’s tiny part,
Of how we grew a grateful heart.