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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