‘Tis a gift to be simple, ’tis a gift to be free, ’tis a 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, shall be our delight, ’til by turning, turning we come ’round right.
These words flow into my mind like a prayer; like a brook flowing through my mind, bringing peace to my heart. I give thanks to God for the gift of my mother; a mom who simply loved me. A mom who made sure I came ’round right. A mom who I shall surely meet again in the valley of love and delight. Thank you, Lord.
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