This is a word I've often heard
And it's my way of being so~
In this life with all it's strife
And all the woe I know~
There are millions of answers to our being
That are there for all to see~
But some like to complicate it all
As they can't sell simplicity~
We go to school as children
And each year we we go up a class~
Or if some fail an exam they might
Repeat again it's clear as glass~
Non of us do one class
And then go sit by the deans right hand~
We have to go from class to class
And pass all the tests that are so grand~
So many here take a few facts
And then teach as if they know~
But not knowing they are failing lessons
And a harder way they go~
There are no shortcuts in this school
Our head teacher was not born yesterday~
And we will go from class to class you know
And do it all in our own way~
But all the seemed complicated things
Are in fact so simple to understand~
As the God above the same one we love
Has already placed simple answers in our hands~
He said we were his children
And he explained it all as if we were so~
Simple explanations of it all
This class and where we were to one day go~
He even came back to show us
That there was no end to this life~
That ahead was joy and happiness
To all we see here as so much strife~
Everything is there to know
And if we stop to think it's true~
We are all in a class and doing fine
As all of us must do~
We've got a lot of imagination syndrome
And we worry so we do~
But we are in such good hands
And he will see us through~
Simplicity such a beautiful word
It will take us home~
He was not a complicated soul at all
Simplicity his gift to us and it's all our own~

Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright 2007