Though they are not rich as they could be,
They are both as happy as they should be,
Many in the riches of this age, are lost in the maze of sadness,
In their little store, life has never been this lovely,
Upon this scene of joy, their soul long for eternity in their garden of peace,
Thousand upon their much, yet still craving,
They little have, yet seek no more,
The miseries of life, trodden under foot,
The look on their face, speaks thousand words,
The joy in their heart, flowing like many rivers of waters,
With songs that could tell their bond,
That melodious song that stills the soul,
And purge it of the worries beyond.
Though many a times, life throws the hardest of stones,
Yet their soul is as calm as the still-waters,
In their hearts, the future beams with sparkling light,
The stones are thrown to hurt and make afraid,
Deep down the inner mind, they could tell of the deceit beyond,
Their soul could not be shrouded by the hunt of past errors,
Neither can it shrink in the despair of the dark age,
Though the looming woes that betide many,
Hovering so strong, seeking the weak to trap,
They couldn't be held with such cruel chase,
Their heart is ever strong, with thousand courage,
To stand and to win, with look into a beaming morrow,
The case is simple, and the matter clear,
Their hope is built on nothing else,
The Maker alone could make all things beautiful,
Many a word can't tell the sweetness of the song in their hearts,
It is ever resounding, distilling in everything around,
It is the joy of living, the joy of the Maker,
Not of gold, not of diamond, nor of other precious stones,
And like the gathering of the birds in the woods,
Singing and playing with deepest joy, with every single sound,
Spreading the message of hope and love in every note,
Their last message is simple,
Both with enthusiastic sound, could say,
The future is bright, do not worry.