Lyrics by: Harry Ruby & Rube Bloom
I don't believe in frettin' and grievin';
Why mess around with strife?
I never was cut out to step and strut out;
Give me the simple life.
Some find it pleasant dining on pheasant;
Those things roll off my knife.
Just serve me tomatoes and mashed potatoes;
Give me the simple life.
A cottage small is all I'm after,
Not one that's spacious and wide.
A house that rings with joy and laughter
And the ones you love inside.
Some like the high road, I like the low road,
Free from the care and strife.
Sounds corny and seedy, but yes, indeed-y;
Give me the simple life.
This song says it all. My home, my husband, my children... how could I ask for more?
Occasionally, when I go to check on my children before retiring for bed, I just stare at them. My heart fills with emotion and love unexplainable. What gifts from God!
Life and children can be challenging. But it is also beautiful and rewarding. I try and make this my focus.
A Mother's Love
By: Christine Jackson
The moment life begins love is born;
It soothes the hopes of the forlorn.
Her words a balm for hurt and pain;
Her own needs forgo to beloved's gain.
Whispered words calm, and sooth, balm, and move.
Created to love, to heal, to stand, to feel.
Mirroring the Father's love discovered;
Imparting anew to be uncovered;
By the small ones entrusted in her care.
She envelopes their lives in fervent prayer.
