Forgive Me When I Whine

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

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

And then I stopped to buy some sweets,
The lad who sold them had such charm.
I talked to him: he seemed so glad…if I were late ‘twould do no harm.’
And as I left he said to me; “Thank you, you have been so kind.
It’s nice to talk to 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, 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 legs to take me where I’d go,
With eyes to see the sunset glow,
Two ears to hear what I would know…

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