Verse 1
Morning light through an open blind,
Coffee steam and a little more time.
No headlines shouting at my soul,
Just a quiet moment making me whole.
A familiar smile across the room,
Says more than words ever could.
I’m learning again what’s always been true—
The simple things are good.
Pre-Chorus
It’s not the rush or the race we run,
It’s the small “right now” moments that weigh a ton.
Chorus
It’s a loved one’s glance that says I’m here,
A child’s laugh ringing loud and clear.
A meal made slow with a faithful hand,
Love served warm on a dinner plate.
Life is precious—every breath we take,
Not louder, faster, bigger, or great.
I’m finding joy where I stand today,
Living life fully… simply… this way.
Verse 2
Bare feet dancing on kitchen tile,
Burnt toast, jokes, and an easy smile.
Stories shared with no end in sight,
Longer shadows, softer light.
I don’t need more to feel alive,
Just eyes that see what matters most.
Turns out heaven’s not far away—
It’s closer than we suppose.
Pre-Chorus
If you slow your heart and open your eyes,
You’ll see grace dressed in ordinary lives.
Chorus
It’s a loved one’s glance that says don’t go,
A child’s laugh stealing the show.
A meal prepared like a quiet prayer,
Love showing up everywhere.
Life is precious—holy and small,
Found in the giving, not having it all.
I’m learning to stay, not rush away,
Living life fully… simply… this way.
Bridge
One day these moments will be our gold,
The stories we keep when we’re growing old.
Not what we chased or tried to prove,
But who we loved and how we moved.
So I’m grateful now, not someday soon,
For this sacred afternoon.
(Lift)
This breath… this heart… this time right here—
This is the miracle.
Final Chorus
It’s the way love looks across the room,
A child’s laugh like a favorite tune.
A table set for just enough,
Hands passing plates filled up with love.
Life is precious—don’t let it race,
Let joy find you in a slower pace.
I’m choosing now, come what may,
To live life fully… simply… every day.
Outro
No need to borrow tomorrow’s weight,
Grace is waiting on my plate.
Right here, right now—this is the way.
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