God Forgive Me When I Whine.
Today, upon a bus, I saw
A lovely maid with golden hair,
I envied her, she seemed so gay,
and I wished I were as fair.
When suddenly she rose to leave,
I saw her hobble down the aisle;
she had one foot, and used a crutch,
but as she passed, she had a smile.
Oh, God forgive me when I whine;
I have two feet, the world is mine.
And when I stopped to buy some sweets,
The lad who sold them had such charm.
I talked with him, he said to me,
It’s nice to talk to men like you, You see, he said, I’m blind.
Oh, God forgive me when I whine; I have two eyes, the world is mine.
Then, as I passed along the way, I saw a child with eyes of blue.
He stood and watched the others play; it seemed he knew not what to do.
I stopped for 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 could not 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 sunsets glow,
With ears to hear what I would know,
I’m blessed indeed.
The world is mine.
Oh God, forgive me if I whine.
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