(xylophone magical instrumental) Verse 1 There were days when the road felt longer, When the weight of tomorrow felt strong, Counting every little blessing, Wondering where we’d been all along. But there you were beside me, And our children were laughing again, Maybe life was never empty, Maybe we just learned to see it then. Pre-Chorus A little food upon the table, A little light outside our door, A tired heart that still keeps beating, And somehow we keep asking for no more. Chorus It’s the little things that make us rich, The simple days we used to miss, A hand to hold, a home to come to, A prayer whispered when we don’t know what to do. And if tomorrow brings us more, We’ll still remember what we learned before— That even when our hands were empty, Our hearts were full of everything. It’s the little things. Verse 2 We were giving when we barely had it, Opening doors when our own were small, Maybe kindness costs us something, But love was never meant to cost us all. Now we’re learning to be wiser, To protect the dreams we're building too, For the children sleeping beside us, For the little home we’re seeing through. Pre-Chorus And every struggle has a lesson, Every tear can leave a light, Sometimes God makes us slow down So we finally see what was there all this time. Chorus It’s the little things that make us rich, The simple days we used to miss, A hand to hold, a home to come to, A prayer whispered when we don’t know what to do. And if tomorrow brings us more, We’ll still remember what we learned before— That even when our hands were empty, Our hearts were full of everything. It’s the little things. Bridge Someday we'll look back on this chapter, From a place we once dreamed we'd see, And we'll remember these humble moments Were teaching us what wealth could really be. Not the things we could afford, Not the numbers we could save, But the love around our table, And the faith that kept us brave. Final Chorus It's the little things that make us rich, The simple days we'll never miss, A family's love, a place called home, Knowing that we're never walking alone. And when our hands are full someday, We'll still remember every little grace— The days that humbled us and taught us How much we already had. It’s the little things… That make a life beautiful. It’s the little things… That make a home feel wonderful. Outro And if we ever lose our way, We'll remember this someday— We didn't need much to be grateful… We just needed to see. The little things.
