God forgive me when I whine

by Brian on


As young adults we all tend to whine and com­plain a lot. Lis­ten to this poem I heard from Og Mandino. It will change how you think about whin­ing and complaining…

Today upon a bus I saw a lovely girl with golden hair. I envied her — she seemed so gay — and wished I were as fair. But sud­denly she rose to leave. I saw her hob­ble down the isle, she had only 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 candy. The lad who sold them had such charm. I
stopped to talk to him, he seemed so glad — if I was late could do
no harm. As I left he said to me, “I thank-you, you had been so
kind. It’s nice to talk to folks like you, you see,” he said, “I am
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 and said, “Why don’t you join the oth­ers,
dear?” He looked ahead with­out a word and then I knew, he couldn’t
hear.
Oh, God for­give me when I whine,

I have two ears, the world is mine.

With feet to take me where I go, with eyes to see the sun-set glow,
with ears to hear what I would know.
Oh, God for­give me when I whine,

I am blessed indeed, the world is mine!

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