Lord Forgive Me When I Whine
Today, upon a bus, I saw a girl with golden hair.
I envied her, she seemed so gay, and wished I was as fair.
When suddenly she rose to leave, I saw her hobble down the aisle.
She had one leg and 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, it'd do no harm.
And as I left, he said to me, I thank you, 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 did not know 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'd go.
With eyes to see the sunset's glow.
With ears to hear what I'd know.
Oh, God, forgive me when I whine.
I've been blessed indeed, the world is mine.
Today, upon a bus, I saw a girl with golden hair.
I envied her, she seemed so gay, and wished I was as fair.
When suddenly she rose to leave, I saw her hobble down the aisle.
She had one leg and 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, it'd do no harm.
And as I left, he said to me, I thank you, 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 did not know 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'd go.
With eyes to see the sunset's glow.
With ears to hear what I'd know.
Oh, God, forgive me when I whine.
I've been blessed indeed, the world is mine.
Author Unknown
Today’s Focus:
Give up pettiness----become mature.
I think a sign of maturity is that you can say you are sorry when you know that you’ve done something wrong. Saying we are sorry is often a very difficult thing to do. We might feel sorrowful in our hearts but actually saying it out loud to the person we’ve wronged isn’t easy at all.
The turning point in the process of growing up is when you discover the core of strength within you that survives all hurt.
Max Lerner
Admitting that you are wrong, is to admit that you are wiser today than yesterday.