Tis the gift to be simple, 'tis the gift to be free
'Tis the gift to come down where we ought to be,
And when we find ourselves in the place just right,
'Twill be in the valley of love and delight.
When true simplicity is gain'd,
To bow and to bend we shan't be asham'd,
To turn, turn will be our delight,
Till by turning, turning we come 'round right.
As I get older, I realize more and more that true delight is found in the simplest of things.
The laughter of my children.
Plastic pools and elephant slides in the backyard.
Steaming hot muffins for breakfast.
The gentle squeeze of my husband's hand in mine.
Experiencing the joy and delight of my Father.
He is in it all.
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