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 how, I wished I were so fair;

When suddenly she rose to leave,

 I saw her hobble down the aisle;

she had one foot and wore a crutch, but as she passed, 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 served me had such charm;

he seemed to radiate good cheer,

his manner was so kind and warm;

I said, “It’s nice to deal with you, such courtesy I seldom find”;

he turned and said, “Oh, thank you sir.”

And then I saw that he was blind.

Oh, God, forgive me when I whine,

 I have two eyes, the world is mine.

Then, when walking down the street,

 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 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 sunsets glow,

 with ears to hear what I would know.

 I am blessed indeed. The world is mine;

oh, God, forgive me when I whine.