Life's smallest pleasures are
Pure, simple and sweet,
Like a babies first reach,
Or a puppy's new found leap,
Or a mother's tender hug
Or children playing on a rug.
To relish a rose blushed sunset,
Or feeling a friends's sweet caress,
Might we find life at it's puriest,
But with God laying down our path,
Shall we find life's simpliest of tasks.
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