‘God, Forgive Me When I Whine’

Today, upon a bus, I saw a lovely girl with golden hair,
I envied her, she seemed so happy – I wished I were 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 sweets, from a lad who had such charm.
I talked with him, he seemed so glad – being late would do no harm.
And as I left he said to me, “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, 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 sunset’s glow,
With ears to hear what I would know,
Oh, God forgive me when I whine.
I am blessed indeed. The world is mine. (Anon)

‘God, Forgive Me When I Whine’

Today, upon a bus, I saw a lovely girl with golden hair,
I envied her, she seemed so happy – I wished I were 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 sweets, from a lad who had such charm.
I talked with him, he seemed so glad – being late would do no harm.
And as I left he said to me, “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, 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 sunset’s glow,
With ears to hear what I would know,
Oh, God forgive me when I whine.
I am blessed indeed. The world is mine. (Anon)