SIMPLE PLEASURES
I watch my puppy chase the birds,
they always get away;
the chatter of the squirrel from the tree,
says hey buddy look at me.
The gentle rain, and hey Nana
Let's play.
Little arms that squeeze my neck;
chocolate chip kisses, and little bruised knees.
Look at us, we can climb trees.
The sun dries the rain and kisses the bees,the gentle breeze filters the air.
It is time for the night when we all gather there, down on our knees to say our prayer.
We thank you dear Lord for giving to me, we love you dear Lord, we are living for Thee.
Written by Kathryn Neff Perry
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This reminds me of my two grandboys ages 5 and 6 that I see about every day as my wife home schools them. Sometimes when I look into their eyes I feel the presence of the Lord. Even as I write this I feel tears coming. Your poem reminded me of how good God is to us.
"Living for the Lord."
Is that hard to do?
It's easy to say.
I don't want to be a part-time worker for The Lord and a full - time worker for man.
Amen
Tim
Be always safe,
Karen
Wonderfully refreshing and beautifully written! The simple things in life are free....God bless you, friend.
Cynthia
A beautiful blessing, your words of gratefulness - well done.
And welcome to AD, you're among friends.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.