Oh God, Forgive Me When I Whine


Oh God, Forgive Me When I Whine

Today, upon a bus, I saw a girl with golden hair.
I envied her, she seemed so gay, and I wished I was as fair.
When suddenly she rose to leave, I saw her hobble down the aisle.
She had one leg; she wore a crutch.
But as she passed … a smile.

Oh God, forgive me when I whine.
I have two legs, the world is mine

I stopped to buy some candy; the lad who sold it had such charm.
I talked with him, he seemed so glad.
If I were late, tw’d do no harm.
And as I left, he said to me, “Thank you, sir, you’ve been so kind.
It’s nice to talk with folks like you. You see,” he said, “I’m blind.”

Oh God, forgive me when I whine.
I have two eyes, the world is mine.

Later while walking down the street,
I saw a child with eyes of blue.
He stood and watched the others play.
He didn’t know quite what to do.
I stopped a moment and then I said,
“Why don’t you join the others, dear?”
He looked ahead without a word,
And then I knew, he couldn’t hear.

Oh God, forgive me when I whine.
I have two ears, the world is mine.
With feet to take me where I would go.
With eyes to see the sunset’s glow.
With ears to hear what I might know.

Oh God, forgive me when I whine.
I’m blessed indeed, the world is mine.

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